She's great. I mean, she's smart, she's beautiful, she's funny, she's a big ol' scaredy cat. If you creep up from behind her she'll jump out of her skin. It's pretty amusing. She's honest. She always calls them just like she sees them. You can always count on getting the truth from Joey even if the truth hurts. She's stubborn. We fight a lot. She can be so frustrating sometimes. But she's a really, really, good friend. I know her to a fault. She believes in me. And I'm a dreamer so it's so good to have somebody like that in my life. If she goes away, I don't know what I'm going to do. I mean, she's my best friend, you know? She's more than that. She's everything.
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Me siento usada, traicionada, ilusa. Sé en qué no creer, pero no sé cuál es la verdad. Y qué hago? Dios, soy tan mala persona para merecerme cosas malas? Al final, todos te terminan garcando, la gente es una mierda. Todo es mentira, la gente es una mentira.
Y si no vuelvo a confiar en nadie, todo va a ser tu culpa. Te va a pesar por el resto de tu vida si me amás la mitad de lo que decís.
Y si no vuelvo a confiar en nadie, todo va a ser tu culpa. Te va a pesar por el resto de tu vida si me amás la mitad de lo que decís.
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