Happy Birthday you bitch, I hope you enjoy being 22. I hope you go out tonight and have a good time the way I would, and just let go. But you won’t. 8-9 years is a long time for people to be friends, but we haven’t been for a year now. Funny you picked your birthday to end what could’ve been a great relationship. I suppose I ought to thank you though, Otherwise I wouldn’t be me, wouldn’t be the carefree happy-go-lucky bastard I am. Sure I miss you from time to time, but I’m more or less over and you and I’m beginning to miss you less and less. Give it another year and I’ll have mostly forgotten about you, but for now, your still in my head and you get this letter. Good bye girl who used to be my best friend.