i'm feeling nostalgic.
girls
katherine-you and i have been friends since 2nd grade even though you told me i couldn't play soccer with you because i was weird. thanks for realizing i was the weird scrawny kid at such an early age. two summers at the pines, too many summers at decats and all the shit filled years inbetween, we were katherine and caitlin. i love you. even though you wanted your last name to be burger.
lindsey-we went through a ton of shit together. we thought we were cool and we weren't and we made people cry and we were mean and we talked to weird skater kids on the phone. we peed our skirts in algebra class with mulletcopters and bullshit like that, which makes no sense to us, even now. i fucking love you.
elizabeth-i'm sorry for everything. i can't end this year on bad terms. you mean too much to me. i love you. you are my best friend.
abbey-gummo and picking me up from school and lying to johanna and galen and sobbing and fargo and naked men and . for fuck's sake. i love you, miss.
sarah-you are so punk rock, it hurts. i am a jew, you are not. so go die. i love you.
jo-pigtails, lollipops, blonde bond. be there or be square. i already gave you my heart. you give me yours
caitlin-i will smoke cancer sticks with you until we both die of lung cancer or an asthma attack. thank you for seeing through my bullshit. it's hard to do, i know. i heart you, lovepants.
leslie-you+me+spanish class+history class=urination. you are the epitome of.cool. heart [arrowthree], forever. i'm going to miss my homestar runner too much(hr=you.)
catherine and laure-you are both wonderful and i'm going to miss you both. you are both fuckin adorable, remember that.
boys
travis-you spit gum out of your car window. enough said.
giulio-a lot to say..and i don't think i have the ability to say it all here.
that boy-i'm sorry for..and there isn't anything left. that is what hurts.
paul deserves special mention in here for wearing a nice shirt today
kurt cobain-stop your fucking heart from hurting or not even closets will get you what you want
this concludes another piece of caitlin theater.