The End.

Written June 10, 2011
It’s over. Excuse me while I lock myself in a closet and refuse to believe it’s true. I’m completely and utterly gutted. I spent Thursday night saying goodbye to some of the most beautiful people I have ever met and trying SO hard to cry. I thought about African orphans, dying kittens, and the fact that I would probably never see most of these people again and nothing. Not a single tear. It was terrible. I woke up Friday morning at 7 am, ready to cry. It was going to be a slow, painful morning of saying goodbye to people who I really love. I watched as Capernwray Hall emptied and totally drained of all happiness. I was sitting in the lounge watching The Prince of Egypt and it suddenly occurred to me how far away Georgia is from Wisconsin and Indiana and England and Canada. The volcano erupted. There was snot and tears and swollen, Asian eyes and not enough people left to cry with. I have now been a disfunctional sprinkler all day and I just want my friends to come back and hug me again… and make fun of me… and play with my hair. Deep breath.

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