An Open Letter To My Crazy Best Friend:

You might have been one of the most intimidating people to meet when we were freshman. Your attitude literally came into a room before you did and it was that you were not dealing with anyone or their drama. Beneath that exterior I ended up sitting down next to you at a dinning room table, at our swing house at the time, and started talking to you. Who knew that you would end up becoming one of my best friends, and living on the other side of the wall to me.

Thank you for endless sleepovers.

We constantly were in each others rooms in Tutwiler and honestly I can’t remember a time second semester that I didn't just run into your room whenever I needed to talk. We somehow always ended up having sleepovers in each others rooms. The memories of you trying to learn how to whip and nae nae before we went to bed still is in my head as I’m typing this out. Also, us laying in bed and eating ice cream while watching the Victoria Secret swimsuit fashion show as we realized we would never look like that. Who could forget us coming back sophomore year and me staying with you for two weeks straight, who knows how you could handle that.

Thanks for being the fun one.

If anyone knows me they know that I really wasn't that crazy or wild in any way. You didn’t turn me crazy or wild by any means, but you taught me how to actually go out and enjoy life instead of me wanting to stay in my room. Our road trips together just blasting music, running all around random places, and making me go do things that I normally don't is something I probably never would have experienced until I met you so I thank you for that.

Thank you for always listening to me.

I probably vent more than normal people do, and somehow you continuously listen to me. I can’t tell you how much it meant to me freshman year when I just needed to talk about things and you were always there without fail. Even now I know I can go into your room and talk to you if something is on my mind and you will stop to listen to me.

Thank you for being you.

There is no one I know who has so much pride about where they are from, or honestly talks about/ loves their family as much as you do. You have been one of my best friends, even if you did fall on a table at a pregame, or lost my car keys at a concert. I seriously don’t know what I would do without you.

Can’t wait to make more memories and mistakes, hopefully though more memories less mistakes.