You and Me...oh and your BIRTHDAY!

So.

I’m not even sure where to begin this letter really.

Can I start off by saying that you are fuckin’ amazing?

Because you are.

And just in case no one ever tells you that, I’m telling you.

Many people don’t really appreciate you as much as they should.

I hope that I’m not one of those people.

You. Get me.

Like really get me. Who else can I call when my depression is kicking my ass and I just need to cry without hearing “it will get better” or some bizarre deadly silence which reeks of pity.

You.

You do not tell me stupid shit in an effort to try and make me feel better (because you know that with depression sometimes, there is no feeling better) and in fact sometimes you tell me that the day just may be a shitty one and I can have a do over tomorrow.  And you listen to me whine and we share stories about how being depressed totally sucks. (mostly you do the talking part). 

Period.

You give great advice. The tough advice. The smart advice. The “that’s what I needed to hear at this moment” advice. The “I already knew the answer to that question, but I needed to hear it from someone else” advice. I’m not even sure if I give good advice ever. I hope I do, otherwise I’m just talkin’ outta my ass.

I think that every friend serves a purpose in my life. I have a friend that’s great for this and a friend that’s great for that and another friend great for that. I keep my true friend circle small and close and I’m so glad that you’re in it. 

This letter is just a “Happy Birthday, I’m so glad you were born Maanuu” letter.

Enjoy your day.

You deserve it.

And don’t take anyone’s shit today- you know, because it’s your birthday.

Just tell ’em Fuck you, I’m Awesome… oh, and it’s my birthday.

And if you ever need a left arm, or a kidney, or plasma- whatever. Call me.

You know why? Because I am truly convinced that you would do the same for me.

NO?

:)

Happy Birthday Sweetheart.