If I Never See You Again

I’m ashamed to say, I threw a complete hissy fit. I trashed anything in my way. Knocking down tables, ripping pillows, you know the works. I finally calmed down and realized that I was going to have to go no matter how much I hated it. I finished packing around midnight. I walked over to Kerli’s room. Of course she was still up typing away on MySpace.
“Hey,”
She looked up at me, “Done being a pre Madonna?”
I sulked, “Yes.”
I sat on her bed, “I just don’t wanna go, you know?”
“Are you kidding me?”
She came over and sat down next to me, “I’m going to miss you like fucking crazy.”
I hugged her, my eyes welling with tears, ‘Ditto.”
I let go and looked at her. Her nose was running and her mascara was running. I laughed, “You look horrible.”
“So do you.”
“I’m gonna miss you sistah.”
“You too, sistah.”
She wiped her face, “Want me, to paint your nails?”
“Sure, but can we eat something? I haven’t eaten all day.”