Dear Roommate,

I don't say it enough, but I truly love you from the bottom of my heart. I have never met someone who can deal with all my crap and still think it's a good idea to be my friend. I don't know why you still like me but I am #blessed you exist. Here is a list of apologies I should have told you the third time I was hunched over a toilet and you were there with a glass of Advil and water.

I'm sorry....

For my five alarms for my 8 a.m.

For getting food with me even though you already ate.

For all the meal swipes I will never pay back.

For my clothes being everywhere.

For all the hair all the time.

For eating your snacks.

For the time(s) I kicked you out of the room.

For all the aggressive phone calls with my parents.

For that time(s) you had to hold my hair back.

For all my meltdowns during midterms/finals week.

For borrowing that sweater without asking.

… And that sparkly gold top.

For getting a stain on your white tank top I begged to wear, and promised I wouldn’t ruin.

For always asking to borrow your straightener.

For always asking you to curl my hair.

For using your printer.

... And never buying ink or paper.

For those times when the floor was just closer than the bed.

For those times you wanted to study, but I really wanted to watch weird YouTube videos.

For all those times you found me lost and alone in the bar.

For giving away the endings to all your shows.

For never paying you back for all the times you bought me mozzarella sticks.

For my in-depth descriptions of all my illnesses.

For when you had to take care of me after that boy was stupid.

… And when I went back to him.

For hating everyone I hate even if you don't know them.

For farting really bad then leaving the room.

For not changing the toilet paper roll.

For going to the bathroom and leaving you alone with last night's hookup.

For starting last night's episode of "The Bachelor" without you.

For refusing to use headphones while listening to teen angst music.

For continuing to put more trash in the trash even when it is full.

For letting all my cereal bowls pile up on the dresser for four months.

For, literally, never cleaning.

For accidentally dropping all my books on the floor while you were sleeping.

For all the outfit selfies.

For that time I was escorted out of the bar and you came with.

For that time I didn't make it in the bar and you came with.

For not judging me when I am a crazy person.

For all my "does this sound good?" texts.

That I didn’t meet you sooner!