It's 5 am. I haven't been to bed yet. I got into a wicked not-really-an-argument with one of my very best friends and we've been online trying to talk it out. It's the first time we've fought in the 11 years that we've known each other.
I'm not even sure I know what we were fighting about.
But I know I'm *really* sad.
I'm not even sure I know what we were fighting about.
But I know I'm *really* sad.