Sometimes I want to eat ice cream and paint my nails and talk about boys with you all day.
Sometimes I am not very good at telling you just how amazing you are.
Sometimes I get tired and floppy and you love me anyway.
Sometimes my heart aches with wishing that you had chosen Chico or Humboldt instead of Oregon.
Sometimes I get so sad with missing you that I just have to call it quits on the day.
Today, all of those things happened.
So, sissy, hurry up and finish college. Hurry up and come home to me. Okay?
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