A fairytale wedding.

I want to write how amazing the royal wedding was and how i wish i was Camilla with my own big eared prince, with a grand old wedding dress and a queen for a mother in law.

Oh bull shit.

Bull fucking shit.

This is my life-
Like strangers we sat, all four of us. Listen, to the one in orange, ive known you my entire bloody life. What the hell happened? When did we stop knowing each other?? Did i ever know you? Was this all a facade? a mirage? were we just kidding ourselves? I dont know, and whats sad is, that at this point, i really dont even care enought to bother to find out.

And to you in the purple, i know your judging me, all the time. Everytime a lit a cancer-stick you gave me a look of disgust. Everytime i stood up for myself, you disagreed with me internally. And you, friend in green. I think you get me , i think so, please dont let me down. Please. You give me hope.

And to the friend in blue. You are my most favourite person in the whole wide world. I cant believe your leaving so soon. Just know that this might sound very cliche, but i honestly will be there for you no matter what. And what all has happened in the past year should be evidence to the fact that we can get through practically everything.

Enough now. Let matters develop a little more before i start passing sweeping statements.