Who the hell allowed you to be 18?

I know I’m extremely late and all, but you worship me and this is acceptable to you. I know that I can either be the most talkative person or a person that disappears and talks to no one, but you always remain to be the most loving, caring, and trusting friend any person can have. When I freaking whine as usual, you are there always for me and I want you to remember that I’ll be there for you. I might have a disagreement with one of your closest friends and you don’t put that against me at all and even though some see that as something little, I find that to show so much respect that can’t be found in those of many today. We haven’t gotten super close yet, but we are getting there and I want more than anything for that to happen. So please, keep eating me out while I’m asleep with cheetos in my mouth, because you are super lesbian for me. I love you, and I don’t throw those three words around.

Happy 18th,

Carla.