I told my sister what happened last night. She was pissed at me. She was disappointed. I'm a horrible friend.

Woody is my world. If anything ever happened to him last night, if he was hurt or killed, I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt.

I love Woody in a non-romantic way. He's my motherfucking best friend. His intentions are always pure. His heart is sincere and honest. He's the perfect friend. and any girl to have him will be SO lucky. He's a great guy.

I feel so fucking guilty about last night. FUCK.