dear cason avery russett,
of course you're first. you'll always be first, unless its on the list of people i want to kill. then you'd be fifth. just kiiidding. i love you so much and sometimes i feel as though i do not express my gratitude for you enough, which is the reason why i constantly spam you with long paragraphs. we go way back, and i knew from about five minutes into talking to you that you were my type of girl. i'm going to hold on super tight to you because i know that a friend like you does not come around all the time. i love you. love me too, please, or i will probably cry in a corner.
love,
wilhelmina marjorie hill
p.s.
i would still become a lezzy for you
[media: you're sticking out the middle finger because i would never]
