I miss my best friend. She’s been busy so we haven’t talked as often. I guess that’s how life is. You meet people, some of them get close to you, but then life goes on and they leave, but they stay in your heart, and you know when you meet them again you will talk to them like it was yesterday that you two talked the last time. I don’t know why I’m crying writing this. Stupid hormones from period make me mellow.