Best friend?

It's so weird that my bet friend isn't like a level of best friend that other may know.
So I didn't had any heartbreaks today because I were in the genius school today.
Since it semester change I had Chinese learning lesson -awesome!- and I also have the lesson who learned us about that people get used to things and out of those are just like poop.
At the end I had a lesson with a terrible dressing hipster.

I don't say hipsters are bad or dumb or unstylish.
She just was all of the bad traits someone could get.

So she dressed so ugly.
And he speaker with over many times with Hebrew and some English words that seriously (another word she said) pissed me off.

So I've decided to check what's about Midnight Sun (the fifth book of Twilight Saga) and Stephanie -holly women- Mayer said that she will publish it.
So I've decided to read the draft she herself published (not the other ones) in her blog later with Breaking Dawn's album.

I still pray that Itay will dance with me.
He is so perfect.
People say that when you fall in love with someone you ignore their flaws and think the every part of the loved is beautiful.

I adore his lashes that if the gray eyes inside them glance at me butterflies flying, rushing, to go up to my chest and make my heart want to pop.
His dot that he got from pox about the nose bridge seems so matching to him.
His small lips that's definitely soft and silk to kiss with.
His skinny body that is strong.
His hair that always chopped gently and let people see his beautiful face.

He is too perfect to be real.
Too much, that maybe he isn't real.

Maybe I'm in world my mind created while I'm a crazy girl in a weird machine that try to make me feel alive.
Maybe I tried to suicide and therapists try to figure why I did it through cables in my head that shows my memories.
Maybe I'll wake up and see that I'm in love with someone who loves me too named Itay.
And I have terrible nightmares that he don't love me because it's seems so weird that someone like him fall for someone like me.

My only dream is that tomorrow at Yali'd bat mitzvah Itay will ask me for a dance.
Then I'll be ready to die.
Die happy.