My friend Lucy Z

Lucy Z is one of my best friends. Whenever I join a facebook group or become a fan of a "best friends" related page, Lucy is who I am thinking of.

I talk to her about pretty much everything. It's awesome.

She is very sweet and funny, and I don't like it when she gets sad. It makes me want to hurt the people who have made her sad.

She is easily the person I miss the most now that I live in New Plymouth. But that's okay because I get to see her when we graduate which is very soon.

I like how honest Lucy is. She would tell me if my lipstick was tacky, and if she thinks I'm looking nice she always tells me. That makes me smile.

(for the record, Lucy always looks nice. Seriously. Even when it's humid as fuck and we're all sweaty and nasty, she never looks like it's humid as fuck and that she's all sweaty and nasty).

She doesn't change her hair as often as I do, but it's still very nice.

And I just realised that she's even more special because a: her face is half cut off in the picture and b: she's the only Chinese friend I have.