I really can't find anything in me to write for you, probably cuz I don't know how to lead on with it. I'm really not sure whether to be appealing or sentimental or funny, so here it goes fuckface, uncouth and raw just the way you like it.

I really don't know what it is, that retarded little smile or that uncouth weird stare or that voice that keeps pulling people in, much like a flame to a moth. The groove that governs you or the swag that you're possessed with, well I'd love to break your bubble, it can be everything of these or nothing at all. Maybe its the brutal innocence that sticks by you or that lovable hate, not visible to all, only to those who can see through you. I always thought you were an asshole but then somewhere down the line i knew that you were trying so hard to be one. I've been around, had my sights and i don't think I've ever come across originality like i have in you, like i said uncouth and raw-just the way you like it. it's true that you bring me happiness, a weird kind of it and yeah i know I'm pretty much gonna be taunted for the rest of my life for saying this but yes you're seriously addictive, the conversations you make, the way you see things, the way you hide your pain, the way you conquer hearts even though you don't want to and i swear to god there's not a conversation that has ever gone by without you making me feel "boy wish i could have seen the world through your eyes"
HAPPY BIRTHDAY you Piece of shit... May you have a wanderlustful year ahead.. chase your twisted dreams.. conquer them.. rule over them.. and fuckface always fucking remember .. you will always.. always ... be loved.. raw"ly and uncouth"ly