Today, Kayla is 25.

I just searched “kayla” in my Gmail, and got of pages and pages of results. In fact, I just spent an hour clicking through them — alternating between huge smiles and giggles, to baby tears. There are a lot about eating cupcakes, needing to workout but not wanting to, and throwing things at people, but most are just so sweet they touch my sensitive little heart. We’ve been through so much together, and it really shows in all the right ways. I am lucky to have such a beautiful bestie in my life.

For your entertainment, I will now mash some of her words together to form a beautiful poem:

if you breakdown 1,000 times and cry in the street and on the subway, it’s okay.
you’re going to turn into a sandwich.
i really want a door.
i just looked up the symptoms for food poisoning, and they said it usually takes 2 days to run its course, so i’m good.
want to sit in the park tonight, drink wine and smoke cigs until the morning?
yeah? take some pink stuff.
i can hear you creeping around your room. peace in your crease.

Happy Birthday, my dear Kayla.