My friend the one who looks like my sister.

Seriously I can't find a friend like you. I wish you were here or I was there. So we could get sick of this boredom or that city. I wish you could take a break and study with me in a big city. There will be no doubt we will be a fucking disaster: you'll eat just quesadillas and lettuce. I'll eat only special k and dehidrated tomatoes. You will stop using make-up because I won't use. And maybe all of our money we will spend it on: alcohol, books, magazines, dresses and journeys. We will have a big pile of dirty laundry and we will start using the others clothes instead of making laundry. I'm so fucking sure about that. You will have your bedroom full of things. I 'll have mine full of dirt. We will have free next pills because of my studies and free pills. Somedays I'm sure we'll just eat ice cream or cake. And one of us will end up in the hospital. I won't spend a lot of time in our appartment because of my school. But weekends are for big parties like the Factory of Andy Warhol. The music will be a main part in our appartment.