a best friend is someone who texts you in the middle of laying in your bed, listening to jawbreaker and feeling sorry for yourself, saying "get ready to go. don't ask questions." then proceeds to show up at your house, drive you to philadelphia, buy you a smoothie, then just sit in rittenhouse to talk. I realize how much my best friend rules. I loooove you, mom.

a best friend also drives to west philly to illegally purchase beer for a pop punk house show in south philly tomorrow night. we may or may not end up sleeping in her car.

knowing she won't be around in a couple weeks really sucks. I'm glad she's getting out, I just wish it was with me. I don't know how I'm going to stay sane sitting around here all the time without her.