Are you there, Snickers? It's me, Kelly.
I'm simply writing to tell you that we won't be seeing much of each other any more.
You're poison to me. I fall apart at the very sight of you--losing all control.
I'm sure this will be harder on me than you. Seriously.
We'll always have our memories, except mine are stuck on my waist so I hope to be rid of them soon. Really soon.