Dear You Three,

I’ve had a horrible couple of days. Been on the verge of a breakdown this whole weekend and have an absurd amount of work. I was planning on pulling an all nighter and possibly shooting myself in the foot, and here you are texting me at midnight, pulling me out of my depressive and sporadic stupor, to join in a pizza celebration.

Put the pain aside for a minute and laugh/spill the tea/joke/flirt with my favorite people in this world. You guys have become so important to me in such a short period of time, and I wouldn’t want to be in shambles around anybody else.

Thank you for becoming my best friends.

P.S. happy borfday D and Ju — 20’s lookin fine on you.

-The one that’s not in improv