i fucking love my exbestfriend. but this is when i hate her: "Shit. I forgot that I need to get these things asap: Marylin Monroe Bag/Purse. Mary-Janes. " gee great. my favorite things. that i cant afford to buy. and she can. please steal my identity. but wait! theres more! call now and shell say this too! "The 10 things I love the most: 8)Black and White Nailpolish" yeah considering thats my favorite thing to wear on my nails (tho i opted for the glow in the dark this time around) ooh and more! shes got a new hangout. i think its downtown. she got her hair done. style by kyle at the head shop. i fucking loved that place. too bad i didnt have any money to go in and actually buy something. i just took pictures on the couches. i think im going to die. im so tired of running from my own identity. fucking loser with no opinion. i wish she cud be herself. i wish she knew whatever the hell that was. i think maybe i was happier without her being a friend of mine. she even copied my internet lingo. hahaha. this is all shit that makes me scream and my head bursts like those gusher ads.. i wish it wud actually turn into fruit tho.