so i guess you can't delete your diary yet. it says, "being built, come back soon" hahah, supagay. one last hoo-rah i suppose then, eh? story pour vous. [i should have remembered the word for story..] my dress? still, really? meh whatever. it wasn't a fantastic dress to begin with. plain i suppose. but have a nice life. and in all honesty, we were good friends. not sure what exactly went down to end it. we got along great i thought. laughs, pictures, adventures, sleep overs, girl things. unless you've always secretly hated me. which then i can understand why it did end. but yes, i hope you find love. real love. and i hope you become what you want to be. i admire boys because their friendships last a lifetime. girls, i'm not so sure their friendships ever begin, really. i hate looking at the old pictures. i only just, just recently got rid of them. i kept them for so long thinking we'd become friends again. i was wrong to think it. boys don't even take pictures of their time spent together. girls record every moment of it. to remember every detail, to not forget all the fun times. pictures are a funny thing. they capture things you want to see then, but looking back on them you view something you hid from yourself and are only aware of hiding it from yourself years later. high school is a funny time. the strangest things remind you of occurances you'd rather not have occured. but they did. and you should either be greatful for them or not remember them at all i guess. what i'm trying to say is- best of luck to you, see you at the ten year. [wasn't supposed to make sense, so i hope it didn't.]