Holla boo. As if by magic I got the impulse to write this letter, so you’d better sit the fuck down and drink in every word like a hot cup of coffee. Are you sitting, yet? Good. So, how’ve you been? Even though we don’t talk as much as I would like, don’t think that it’s made me think of you any less, or less of a friend, or something. You’re still a boob and I still love you even if it is a silent friendship. You’re pretty kickass, you know that? Funny as fuck, too. I can’t remember how many times you’ve made me lose my shit. I’m serious. I admit, sometimes one of the only reasons I don’t message you is because I feel like I don’t have much of a right to talk to you. You appear to have a lot of friends, good friends, and there are times where I feel like you would be better off without me, considering we already don’t seem to do very much. But like I said, it doesn’t mean I love you any less. You’re a great person, really, you are. I’m incredibly grateful to know you and have you as a friend and I’m especially thankful thank you consider me a friend as well. Keep being awesome, because you’re pretty damn good at it.