86.) I will tell you I love you one day. I don’t know when or how, but I will. I hope things turn out good. Until then I’m stuck as just your “best friend”; the weird girl who skips down the hallways and does what she pleases, who doesn’t care what others think and knows she’s called a bitch, slut, and fat whore behind her back. All I can hope for is that maybe you love me too, and I hope desperately for that everyday.