I have been thinking nonstop of one of my best friends from home.

She is a bad influence. She is a whore, she occasionally abuses substances, and she has a long history of disordered eating. She works very hard at her jobs, and then spends all of that money on clothing and driving fines. She is in control of herself, but her judgment and morality are often questionable.

The only reason I started viewing my last boyfriend as a sexual being was because she made out with him during a dance party. We were insanely drunk and believed that we were the only two fun people in the whole joint. Did my view of him change out of jealousy? The female version of cuckolding? Something else? All I know is that only she could have opened my eyes in that weird way. Ha!

I miss her more than I ever imagined I could. When we hang out, it is in a bingey style. We will get together for breakfast at 7am, spend all day together, go home to eat and shower, and meet up an hour later to get italian ices or drink too much whiskey by the bay. When we are together, I spend too much money. I either eat too much or eat nothing at all. We do naughty things. We go into stores and try on slutty outfits for hours and then buy nothing at all. We air all our dirty laundry loudly in public places, and we make others feel awkward.
We go to the beach nearly every day, whether it's raining or pouring, August or March. We always go in the water, even if the ocean is so cold that it makes us hyperventilate or feel paralyzed as the iciness hits our backs.
She brings out the strong woman in me and I miss her. She doesn't let me get sad, she doesn't let me mope, she doesn't let me not take care of myself because she instills in me this overwhelming awareness that I am something special.
Everyone needs a friend like her. Everyone deserves a friend like her. Because everyone, even for just a few minutes of their life, deserves to feel alive, depraved, free, and special.

What else to say? I love that bitch. Long Island knows how to breed them.