Dear Diary,
My best friend was buried today. Angel Dumott-Schunard was buried. Today. Her favorite day, Halloween. She said it was her favorite because when she was younger, it was the one day she could dress the way she wanted and get weird looks. She was such a strong person, she was my rock. She was totally badass, and she looked hot too. We hit it off right away when we met. It was hilarious when she told that guy off. I could never do that. She told me why she did it later on though, she'd been through so much that she wasn't taking any more shit from homophobic assholes who didn't accept her. She really loved Collins, I was so happy for them when they'd found each other. They were so cute together, so perfect. Like I thought Roger and I would be, but he's on his way to Santa Fe and I'm on my way to rehab. She told me to never give up on him though, he'd come through for me in the end. And that he was just scared. She taught me all sorts of things since we met, but the one thing I'll always remember is that love is more important than anything else.
Night,
Mimi