Dear @ylcoo, my delusional, psychotic Idol,
You don’t know me like that yet, but trust me---- You will (I'm literally in your closet, nah jk). It was back in 2019, and at that time my life was okay to say the least, I was going thru a lot of shit family wise so I couldn't exactly turn to them and was on a break from school and lived far from friends so I couldn't rlly vent like I wanted to, basically I was still figuring out the position in life I was put in at a young age, but one thing I knew for sure: **meme pages were my entire life**. That’s when I stumbled across you miss ma'am. I can’t even remember the exact post that made me hit "follow" on your chaotic feed, but what I do remember was laughing hard AS HELL, to the point snorted right in public while in the doctor's office. *Embarrassing*, as hell but the feeling of happiness I got was worth it.
Nowww Your humor? It wasn’t like anything else on Instagram. It wasn’t just about the memes you posted; it was how you talked to us. You called us your "Ylcoochies" (PROUD ONE AR DAT DF), and Honestly, it felt like the perfect relationship—**friendly bullying** at its finest. You’d roast us in the comments, but we’d roast right back. It was this weird cycle of love and trolling that had me hooked. I wasn’t just a follower; I was *your* follower. That’s right, I’d scroll through your feed every damn day. It was like my mini escape.
Fast forward to now, I’ve been riding with you since before I even hit preteen status, back when I was just a kid looking for laughs. You've been a constant in my life—funny, chaotic, and weirdly comforting. And that’s what this whole thing is about. You’ve always felt like more than just some meme account. **You’re like the cool older cousin that we never see, but when you come around, it’s always a damn good time**.
(don't own dis random minion picture btw😭, all credit is to the owner who idk but the pic is his/hers, along with the other pics in this book i own nonee✌🏾)
