A quick note to prefrosh:
When you’re done soaking up the last dregs of your senior year of high school, remember to sign your friends’ yearbooks somewhat neatly. This is because in three years, no one is going to remember who the fuck you are. Case in point: I was looking through my 12th grade yearbook and found this–
Our friendship is one that has been about four years in the making, give or take a year or so. Within the past year you have become one of my greatest best friends. I hate having to write such a thing on such a short notice because honestly, I could write a five page paper conveying anything I could possibly want to say. Thanks for being such a good friend and gossip-buddy. Keep in touch.
–[COMPLETELY ILLEGIBLE NAME]
I mean, okay, maybe I’m a bad person, but still.