College.

2 months into it, and I already want to have a 2007 Britney Spears' breakdown. There is freshman drama, the freshman fifteen, the seperation from your friends and family (includes the furbabies).

However, there is one person who holds me together: my roommate.

Dear my lovely roommate,

Thank you for being you and accepting me as who I am. We've only known each other for these two months, but it feels like we've known each other forever. You are "my person"-- Grey's Anatomy reference.

Thank you for being there when I need a shoulder to cry on about college, life, boys, and family. I will always be here for you no matter what, just as you are to me.

Thank you for the words of encouragement when I did not feel worthy, when I had mental breakdowns about assignments that I thought I would never be able to get done, when I felt like life could not get anymore worse.

Two months into college and we've already cuddled and cried about everything. We've had our Sheetz runs at odd hours of the night, the laughing until we cried at 3 AM, the being lazy and watching Scooby Doo or any weird horror movies we found on Netflix while procrastinating on our homework.

We are the best of friends. You are my long lost sister seperated from me at birth.

I cannot wait for our birthday month. I cannot wait for our future four years of college together. I cannot wait to see what else life has in store for us.

One last thing before I go:

Do not stress, baby girl. Go with the flow of life. When you get knocked down remember to just look up.You will see me with my hand stretched out towards you.

Love,

Your roommate.