This is me, one year later, writing on your message board now, rambling because I want to and am avoiding doing work in Mr. Bishop's class where you are right next to me, watching creepily and complaining that I am writing a run-on sentence because I am, which you chuckle quietly at, but you won't see this because you "don't even remember the password to [your] account," and now you're quiet, which is creepier, but now you've stopped being quiet because I know the difference between "your" and "you're" and you have told me to stop writing, but you're not the boss of me (I got "you're" right again), and now you're quiet once again, creepily watching.
Monica says hi.
