Dear bailey

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Bailey,

You and jayne are like my best friends. I miss you guys so much it hurts. You are too amazing. It's going to suck going to Tahoma without you. Maybe it's the fact that I was looking through my folder from mrs nadells class or maybe it was the fact that you and I facetimed for hours today. I really want to move back so we can have fun and walk to albertsons like we used to. Remember that time I dressed on the taco suit and we went to the Mexican restraunt. That was funny. I miss when we all would walk to McDonald's and scare little kids out of the play set. I just want you to know that this year is going to be so hard for me. There is nobody at this school that are in the same group we hung out with last year. No Colettes. No courtneys. No camerons. No katies. No bevs. No abbys. No cheyannes. .No bailey and Jaynes. The closest person I can find is this girl delya from my science class but I'm pretty sure she hates me. I have made a few friends. None even close to you or jayne. I don't even sit in the back of the buss like I always did. I hang out with the 8th graders and its really depressing not having alot of friends my age. My online friends,jayne, and you are all I have. I've started listening to alot of new bands like CHVRCHES and sleeping with sirens and pierce the veil. You know trying to figure out what 'clique' I want to be in. I feel like I should be that pshycochild from the breakfast club. I've also watched alot of movies this summer. My favorite was probably ferris buelers day off. I'm not sure if that's how you spell it. Probably not. Ohwell. YOLO. Hey everyday my i write a quote on my arm that keeps me going. My new friends say they wish they were as energetic as me. That reminds me. I have to bring my new friend Gwen truffles tommorow because its her birthday or something. But anyways they all want to be energetic and happy but the only reason I am is the quote im going to leave you this time. "We are farmers we are great we need crops to procreate"

Love ya ttyl

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