Fuck you.
- First and foremost… for not choosing me over everything. I would've dropped anything and moved to Mongolia if thats what it took back then.
- For never complimenting me like a grown ass woman.
- For making me guarded. Good luck to any man trying to get close to me, who isn't blood-related or an established homie of at least 5 years. Real talk.
- For giving me extreme trust issues (queue Drake). I no longer believe half of anything the opposite sex tells me (apart from the exceptions mentioned above).
- For the whole process of changing my last name, and then having to change it back—especially when I complained so heavily about it in the first place. Fuck you 2x for this one. Hah.
Thank you.
- For teaching me how to hustle and helping me find my back bone. You always believed in my talent and capability, it took a long time for me to recognize it internally.
- For teaching me how to stand up for myself. I'm still a pacifist that avoids unnecessary confrontation, but I will never be walked over.
- For helping me grow a thick skin and my "I ain't never scared" attitude. Shit ain't shit sometimes.
- For my LOVE of baseball. I can call a double play or infield pop fly while the crowd is still cheering like its a home run. I bleed, hard, thanks to you.
- For teaching me how to drink like a dude. Whiskey over everything. Period.
- For constantly pushing me to see my own potential in myself in all avenues of life.
You're welcome.
- For the thirst to see the world.
- For that foodie mentality.
- For 11 years of patience to your high-maintenance self.
- For being the positivity to your negativity.
- For all the super cool shit I've introduced to you throughout the years.
- For the fact that I am STILL your friend despite everything.
You're welcome on 100-thousand-trillion for that one...