I though about you, Resh. You are in PJ. Your house is in PJ. I have been in PJ for MONTHS now. But I still haven't built up the courage to knock on your door and kick it open like I used to.
I'm afraid, for one. Because you were right and always have been.
It's not forgiveness from you I seek, as I know I didn't do you any wrong. But what I am sorry for is for concealing it from you. When it was the same day that I was supposed to meet you.
I miss you and all the retard-ness. That's what we were. The sisterhood of the retards.
God, I miss my best friends. And, dear, I miss you straight forward, outspoken truthfulness. This world needs more of you.
And less of me.