two more weeks.

two more weeks.
two more weeks two more weeks two more weeks.
i've never heard three words sound more depressing.

well, it's finally well on it's way. nom period is in full swing and i am just about ready to be relinquishing my sweetheart reign. i don't know how i will handle this. recently, i've been having dreams about walkdown and over analyzing almost everything that could a) go wrong, b) be extremely saddening, and c) maybe just might turn out alright. and yes, although i may be shedding countless tears, i know that one of the noms will do a phenomenal job taking my place, and i only wish them the best.

to the boys of louis d. brandeis AZA 932:
although you may not read this at all, i'll get a chance to talk to you all tonight at my good and welfare. it's amazing how much i love you, and i don't think you really know how much i do. it's been an amazing year, better than i could ever ask for, and i'm so happy that i got the chance to become great friends with each and every single one of you. i want to thank you guys for giving me this incredible opportunity to be your sweetheart for this past year. it will be hard to leave, but i know that i'll always be your sweetheart, no matter what.

i hope tonight goes well.
any guys wanna bring a tissue box or two for me?