Best-friend Appreciation Day
I don't remember ever posting anything about my best-friend. Whether she's gonna read this or not, it's all up to her. I don't usually tell her I've updated my blog or anything. I don't plan to. Because most of the things that are posted here are the things she has already been told beforehand. Like this one. But this is gonna make her puke. She cannot handle sweet things. She's just a very mean person by nature. By blood, she's my cousin. By Satan, she's my best-friend. Thing is, this wasn't planned at all. We got close when I started telling her things I didn't tell anyone. Then on, I told myself that's it. I'm screwed. I found myself finding her each time anything bad happens. Good things too. It's either her or no one at all. It's the assurance feeling I get that made me turn to her about anything. She tells me off when I'm wrong. She apologizes when she's wrong. Our ego are very much the same. But when we ...