My childhood best friend got married and I cried as she walked down the aisle. She was such a beautiful bride. I feel so special that she wanted me there. Glad I didn’t wear fake lashes. I can’t believe we’re adults now. We were girls together. I ran across the street to ring her doorbell to tell her I finally got my period lmao. I miss the sleepovers and eating cold pizza at 3AM and bonding over our obsession for Hello Kitty. HK is how we met and became best friends. And she’s a bitchy sag. Perfect for me. I still can’t believe after all these years, she still picks me. I was the first one she shared her pregnancy with. I knew before anyone else. Even though she moved to NJ. Man. Feeling wanted is so Lovely. Anyways, I live in men’s clothes and haven’t worn a dress in 85 million jeers so this felt really nice.
