Its your birthday, and even though you think i dont care about you i still always can write about you. Your my best friend, and even between breaks and uneven affection we still can say that we are here for eachother. Im so proud of you. You are starting to understand how much of an effect you have on people. Im glad your growing up and Youre even starting to look like yourself again. Things got crazy, they always seem to get crazy with you but you always drag yourself out of it. Im glad your not letting that hole suck you even lower. All those people can talk. They can say what they want but dont ever let it be heard. Its pathetic that they think they know so much anyways. Your my nigga and I can poor my heart out in these posts and in my journal under my bed but we both know how i feel about you. My best friend, family, and love of my life. Happy birthday. Make this year count For once.