Hilary is my oldest friend. Not as in she's 98 years old or something like that. As in she's been my friend for the longest amount of time. Almost *gasp* eighteen years.
We used to live behind each other. We grew up together. Were tomboys together. Then she moved away. She's into different things, as am I, but sometimes we share the same chagrins as one another.
She's written this on her livejournal. But change a few of the minor details and you have me.
If you can't be bothered reading it in its entirety, here's the gist: I have different opinions to you. Intelligent debate does not equal personal attacks. Live and let live and stop acting like year 9 girls.
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