Always a little bit crazy. Always living on the edge. Always a little bit crazy. Didn't I say that one already? I did. But that is the only thing that really stands out. Craziness oozes from her pores. And she acknowledges it, and feeds on it.

There was this one time when we were on a plane to Kota Kinabalu, she said she was having a panic attack. Waved her right hand in front of her face, with her palm downwards, and then searched for the puke bag. Then she breathed in and out from the bag, counting till 5 for each inhales and exhales. 

She was and still is, the biggest drama queen. Not in size. You know what I mean.

And once, she threatened to cut her wrist, if I don't stop going out with this one particular guy. She said he was trouble, and she only wanted the best for me. But she did not cut her wrist. Because I left the guy as she so desperately requested.

She was and still is, my closest friend. Not sexually though. You know what I mean.

Now, she lies quiet in the freezer. She and her little one. She asked me to freeze her. And revive her back in the future when her parents are dead. Then she will be able to raise her baby.

I can't wait for her parents to die. For I miss her so.

She was and still is, the only person I have ever loved. Except for myself, of course. Ahh, you know exactly what I mean.