Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

When I'm with my best friend, I'm happy. I can laugh with her about the stupid things we've done, at funny jokes people have made, and at random things that aren't funny. I have the most fun with her. I've told her my secrets and she's told me hers. We stay up late texting each other. She is the person I'm closet with. She's my best friend. But sometimes, late at night, after she's gone to sleep, I worry. I worry that I'm not as special to her as she is to me. I worry I'm not her best friend.