I’ve always been a tough girl. I never cried, except when Tommy gave up baby Dill to the monkeys or as Rose let go of Jack’s hand and he sunk to the ocean floor. But now it seems I cry for everything. I guess I’ve just been sad lately. This is the time when girls go to their best friend’s shoulder to weep while the best friend pretends not to feel disgusted when she feels your snot seeping through her shirt. But that’s kinda the reason why I’m sad, I don’t have that best friend anymore. She was the friend that when you said ‘best friends forever’ you truly meant it. We did everything together, but now she’s moved on to brighter pastures, with better, louder, prettier, more popular friends while I’m lonely reminiscing on all the memories that she probably doesn’t remember. That she probably doesn’t even care about.
