And now i've had enough of all the hating. Do we even care, is someone there?

I remember when we were 8 years old, sitting on your bed, talking about shit we barely remember. For some reason we were talking about our favourite colours, yours were green and blue, mine were purple...and pink? You said something about pink being my favourite colour, and how that made me girlier. Thinking about it now, i think thats the funniest thing, considering my girly level is pretty low. My favourite colours are still purple, but red instead of pink. Does that have anything to do with it? These little things create who we are, little things like favourite colours, or the pets we have growing up. Remember my cat? Your family had to watch him for a week, and Cameron would be holding him wrong. Hold my baby wrong. What a spaz eh cuz? Aha, you always hated it when i called you that. Too childish you'd say. We were so close, you meant the world to me, what happened? Family, moving, fighting, all that dumb jazz. Shitty eh?