4.53 AM - Awake and Confuse

Last evening, I talked to one of my friend. I used to call her weird but at the end of the day, she was the one who I can talk with. We talked about several things and the conversation continued until there was something flowing from my eyes. And yes! I was crying while talking to her. That moment was so unexpected. I didn't know why I choose her to share with things that was spinning inside my head instead of my other best friends. This thing make me realized that I don't need any specific best friend because each one of my friends is special. Each one of them has a unique criteria that represent them as my best friend which includes her, my weirdo friend. Some of them bring tears to my eyes, some of them bring joys to my life. They are just unique, unpredictable, lovely, and cruel creatures that occupy my life. And to my weirdo friend, I am really sorry to call you weird. I should not judge you at the first place.