I can’t stop taking pictures of myself tonight. Sorry I’m not sorry.
Hi, my name’s Anette and I am absolutely in love with this septum piercing. Also, please ignore my very patriotic letters.
I just want to not be sick and gross.
Hi. This is me grumpy because I has to go to a chapter meeting and I’m sick. Meh.
My hair’s all gone.
Happy New Year’s Eve! 
Hey, this is my face when I don’t look fabulous ~ My hair’s a mess, my face is a mess, I’m a mess.Enjoy. 

This is me… before my date.

Awkward Hair. Stewie PJ Pants. Peace Sign Tattoo. Blood Red Nails. Fake Smile.
This girl right here… well, she’s my best friend. She’s my anchor. She keeps me in check when I’m having mental breakdowns, she’s seen me at my worst and has even been the reason why I’ve been at my best. When we talk about life, I can tell she genuinely cares about me and wants me to do well and be happy. And, I wish nothing but the same for her. She is the first person who I have been able to look at and say, “Yup, you’re my best friend.” We can be absolutely dumb together and there are no judgments. All those times we’ve sat in my living room, eating chinese food and watching a shitty movie, well, who else could I do that with?  No one, at least not with as much comfort. We may not see each other often, or even talk all that often but, I know that at the end of the day, she’ll be my maid of honor, my children’s godmother and the one that I’ll invite over for tea at 80 and instead drink booze on my porch and make fun of the people that we went to high school with.