I'd say that I'd love to go to MEW, but that'd be a lie.
On the turn of the year, all of my old friends and I get back together.
Sure, we cuss at each other, and throw stuff, and stab each other with Lulu the metal alpaca, but I love them.
And I'm not sure what I'd do if I couldn't count on being able to see them at least on the turn of the year.
My friend who spends all of winter break in South Carolina makes sure he can come, even if it's only for an hour.
Everyone is growing up, yeah, and we've all moved on from each other, but in a weird way, we will always be that one clique from middle school that never spent time with anyone but each other.
We still love each other unconditionally, no matter how many cuss words fly from each others lips.
That, is why I didn't, and probably will never, go to MEW