Can I start by saying, I have never met someone crazier than myself until I met you. Two crazy girls in a small living space certainly calls for chaos, but luckily not the bad kind.

Walking into our dorm room on move-in day might have been the most terrifying feeling. What if you were weird? I mean, like, weirder than I could handle. But you weren't. We said hello to each other and started getting settled in. Thank god I got you. I remember the instant comfort that mutually settled among our small little dorm room. From unpacking our stuff, to telling each other all about our best friends we were already missing, we instantly clicked. Our first night consisted of stories about friends, ex boyfriends, parents, siblings, and everything in between. I swear within 3 hours we knew each other's life stories.

I still have the snapchats of our first night at college. I seriously never thought I’d meet anyone crazier than me. We were filled with excitement and happiness walking around campus that night. As we met new friends, and probably broke one too many rules for the first night on campus, we continued to bond. It wasn’t until we both passed out in bed that night that we stopped talking. Isn’t it sort of crazy? The way you meet someone and within 24 hours feel closer to them then some people you’ve known your whole life.

As our first college semester continued, it was filled with a lot. A lot of crying over test grades and stress, a lot of meeting new friends, a lot of being there for each other, a lot of boy problems, a lot of missing home, and missing friends too. From the day I met you, you’ve had my best interest at heart. Whether it’s because I’m being too crazy and unreasonable, or I’m in tears over my anatomy grade, you’ve always willingly done anything to cheer me up, and help me through it and I’m so thankful for that.

It’s sort of weird because your roommate is so much more than your roommate. They’re your parent, your sibling, your best friend, your snuggle buddy (when you’re sad and lonely), your breakfast, lunch, and dinner person. A roommate plays so many roles, most especially in your first semester of college, and it makes you that much more thankful for them. Like seriously, how would I survive if I couldn't call you to do things like switch my laundry, or start boiling water for my Ramen (on the "illegal" hot plate we have).

I want to say thank you for so many things. Thank you for pushing me to apply for Odyssey. Thank you for always letting me wear your clothes, even though I rarely ask anymore. Thank you for letting me wear that black choker I always want to wear. Thanks for getting me into all the parties because, we know you’re the cool one. Thank you for taking my phone away all the times I was about to make some major mistakes. Thank you for making sure we always get home safely. Thank you for braiding my hair because I’m two lazy to learn how to do it myself. Thank you for hating all the boys who have done me wrong. Thank you for watching movies in my bed with me. Thank you for showering at the same time as me so I don't get bored (and giving me the big stall). Thank you for not being a terrible, weird, roommate.

Even if we don’t end up rooming together next semester, I know we’ll always be friends, because how could we not? Even though you’re really psychotic sometimes, and scream for no reason at all, even though you have a weird obsession with the song Amnesia, and for some reason never have pants on, you’re the best roommate a girl could ask for, and I love you.

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