My graduation was small but a huge success. My family and friends made it wonderful. I am happy with the family who attended. Both his and mine. I love my boyfriend. Love life. My family is beautiful no mater how fucked up we are.
I think I’ve accepted the fact that I have no friends. And I’m okay with that. Because I have nothing to offer them anyways. It gets lonely sometimes. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re life is basically limited.
And I don’t have a single friend to help coordinate me in what the fuck I’m gonna wear….