I truly am the center of my journal's non-animated universe, thus drama queen is not a valid term.
"Christina? Hey, remember me? Your best friend from the time we could walk until the hour between us became a far enough distance to destroy one of the most defining relationships I've ever had? Yeah, I just wanted to say that because we're graduating soon and because I saw you at the ACT's but you walked out of the room before I could get up the guts to yell out at you and the regret from that day has been sitting in a pit in my stomach ever since, and the possibility that such a thing will ever happen again is pretty much non-existent, and because I've been wanting to do this for years but haven't been able to for god knows what reason, I just wanted to say that I still think about you and love you and want to wish you the warmest, brightest blessings in the world and say goodbye."
That's how it would go if I wasn't a big fat pile of chicken shit.
That's how it would go if I wasn't a big fat pile of chicken shit.