I realized that I haven’t written a sentimental blog post in a while, and if I’m gonna write a sentimental blog post, it might as well be about the badass bitch who made me stop.
You’re the reason why I don’t update my blog at school anymore. I don’t need it to sort out my feelings or organize my thoughts because I tell you everything and always get back every bit of perspective, affirmation, or support that I could need.
I don’t know how we’re not sick of each other yet, but I look forward to coming back to the room even more every day. IT JUST NEVER STOPS GETTING MORE AWESOME.
Not only are you the weave to my Beyonce, but you are the Kanye West to my Kanye West. I’ve learned and changed so much this year. Thanks for not only being there, but being one of the biggest supporters and catalysts of that change.
You’re GREAT. Keep doin you, gurl! Keep doin you.
I love freely, but one of my secrets is that I don’t readily hold on to people. I’m good at appreciating, but I don’t easily let myself need anyone. (Which is partially why I’m terrible at communication and keeping in touch, but I’m werking on it—another thing I’ve learned from having you as a roommate) But, hey. On a scale of 1 to all the time, if I ever see you below a 6 next year, I will passive aggressively pee on your bed. Not that I need you or anything.