Whenever I say “my bitch”, only one person gets supremely excited because there is a “MY” in it. The bitch I am talking about is my saviour. I never needed her support, but she shown up & kicked my ass to move ahead quickly swiftly successfully towards happiness. I am talking about “my bestie bitch-Demi”.

Whenever we connect, her words are more like two grade-3 kids planning how to build a sand-castle near a beach. Though I am just 4.67billion times mature compared to her, I always end up joining that stupid idea. Friends ask me more about her, I answer this about who she is; “Clean heart, Clear mind, unaware of wtf is EGO & LIE, Dad’s credit card after spending own salary”. Whatever it may be, you are True & Yes I am buttering you little bit right now. Get me that 1800-supreme hoodie latest drop (Dark olive or Heather Grey Please). I will let you spank my butt twice in exchange.

Apart from all: you put me to the right place when I was collapsing to pieces. No thank you for being my bestie. But thank you in advance for that hoodie. If you aren’t able to fly, please ask me my new address to mail that shit.🤗😘