Everyday, my bestfriend calls me and leaves me two voice mails. He always leaves one for when I wake up in the morning and he always leaves me one right before I go to sleep. In these messages, he tells me that I am beautiful, talented, amazing, etc.and tells me never to believe anyone who says otherwise. Somedays, his messages are the only thing that keeps me going. I’m glad I have a bestfriend as great as he.
I think I’ve watched enough crime shows to where I could be a damn good murderer.