Dear Nicola,

I don't know what I'd do without you right now. In all the fucked up chaos that surrounds us both, at least we have each other. Please get me stoned and talk about retard fetishes more often, it helped. It didn't help as much as having a you in the world, though.

No matter what happens to you, no matter how little you understand of other people or yourself, no matter what decisions you make or roads you take, I'll be right behind you when you need support, right next to you when you feel lonely and right in front of you when you need protecting.

You're pretty great and I love you.

Dear Fittie,

If you only knew how much your existence makes my world better. You'd probably get a restraining order. I'm not a psycho. I don't think so, anyway.

Dear Nicola's Husband,

I'm not a bad person. I'm just trying to hold my best friend's hand. But I understand that you need someone to blame and I'd rather it be me than her. She's not a bad person either.

Dear Katey,

You will be ok.