Dear Journal,

I have met my childhood friends. They're getting engaged, but on the day I went to their house, you won't believe what I saw in their room.

No it's not something horrible like cupcakes. Or oompa loompas. Or even some candycanes.

I just saw a photo of them kissing in a balcony.

But other than that, they were sitting down staring at me.

I was so scared.

And sad.

Guess what they told me?

"No cookehs fer yooh today."

I cried....

With Love,

But no cookies,

Pudding.