January 20, 2009
My best friend is my only real friend. She brought my a cupcake for my birthday. She bought me sunglasses that all my other friends said suited me excellently. She pays for me when I forget my money, cheers me up when I'm down, encourages all my quirky little habits, listens to me when I'm feeling chatty. She tells me her problems, and I tell her mine. She doesn't complain when I'm sad, and I don't complain when she is. We are in a sort of platonic love bubble together. And I think we are both quite happy about it.