Thanks for being my friend — more importantly, thanks for being my friend even when we are all shit shows.
I know everyone says you're supposed to find your husband in college, the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, but I disagree — I have found my shit show significant others. The friends who are down to start the weekend on Wednesday and not end it until late Sunday night — the friends who know the best way to fix any problem is by alcohol consumption and dance parties in the kitchen. I know I can always count on you to have my back or carry me home on Saturday.
Oftentimes people are lucky enough to find one person who is always there for them, the person you can annoyingly text about your relationship problems or that you're bored in stat. But sometimes you get lucky to have a group of people who are willing to do these things for you, and you should never take that for granted.
So thank you —
Thank you for never judging me after I've had a rough weekend. I know when I wake up in the morning with makeup from last night, the same clothes since Thursday and unbrushed hair, you will offer me some coffee and say let's talk about it.
Thank you for coming to find me when I leave you before 11 p.m. to go on an "adventure" by myself. 9/10 my texts don't make sense, my words are mumbled and I should go home, but you always make it your job to get me home alright.
Thank you for listening to the same rant I have had 100 times over. I'm sure by now you can list the 763 reasons my ex sucks just from hearing me say it so many times, but you never tell me to shut up or to get over it. You let me vent as long as I need to and I'm forever grateful. That's one of the hardest parts of being a good friend, listening to one of your friends endlessly talk about something that's killing them and not being able to help or change the situation, but just to listen. And also thank you for never letting me actually kill my ex, something you have physically constrained me from. I appreciate you telling me he will know it's me if I egg his car or trip the girl he's talking to on a Friday night.
Thank you for always having my back. I know I make terrible decisions and don't always have a plan on how to get myself out of the situations I find myself in, but you're always there to help me figure it out. Regardless of whether you're talking me down from crazy, helping me not go crazy or supporting my crazy, I can count on you.
But most importantly, thank you for always supporting me. Friends can make or break your college career and I'm forever thankful I found you. From the tequila shots to the late night Sheetz runs to never having to sleep alone to always having someone to go eat with to never making me feel too crazy when everyone wants me to feel insane, I'm thankful for you. Not everyone can say they have friends who would be there for them entirely, and it's something everyone should look for.
There's no other group of people I would want to stumble around fratland with or get citations with, no one else I would rather break into a frat house with or fall off elevated surfaces with.