I remember the day we met. We were both moving into our apartment having never known each other and I was so hopeful we would be friends. I remember smiling and shaking your hand and asking about your life. I excitedly gave you the gift I'd bought you and even helped your boyfriend carry in your boxes.

But it was very clear from your brash body language and your blatant one-word answers to my questions that you were not interested in letting me know you. I walked away from our interaction feeling defeated and wondering what I had done wrong. I didn't want you to think harshly of me ... in short, my feelings were hurt. So, for the next few months of our living together, I went out of my way to be a good friend and roommate. I joked with you as best I could and got to know the people you cared about. I celebrated in your victories and apologized in your failures.

But then one day I woke up and asked myself, "Why am I trying so hard to be your friend when you aren't a friend at all?" I realized you were unappreciative of anything I did for you (or that anyone did for that matter). You were rude, selfish, petty, and took advantage of those around you from having someone else do your Spanish homework every week to eating my Krispy Kreme doughnuts without asking. You belittled my passions and kept me up until 3 a.m. every night playing video games as loud as you could. You also decorated our home in cheap liquor bottles and rearranged our furniture in a way that I can only assume you did with your eyes shut.

But as our year together comes to an end and we go our separate ways, I must thank you for a few reasons.

Thank you for teaching me that it's okay not be friends with everyone I meet.

Thank you for showing me that some people in the world are just mean for no reason.

Thank you for challenging me to learn more patience and grace in dealing with ignorance.

Thank you for reaffirming my hatred of Grand Theft Auto and Burnett's Vodka.

I want you to know that I sincerely wanted us to be close and have happy memories together. But I also want you to know that I'm 100 percent fine that we don't. I know you'll find your niche one day and you'll find your friend group, but I won't be a part of it and that's A-OK as well, because I never was good at Grand Theft Auto and I ate my chocolate covered doughnuts before you got to them anyway.