I can't get over how cool you are. Third time's a charm with roommates, I guess, because I can't see myself wanting to ever try to stab you (and not just because that would be an extremely stupid idea) and you actually don't seem to mind including me in things which is just...sometimes hard for me to wrap my head around. You seem cool with sharing not only your supplies, but also our visions, which is nice because our styles are very different, and yours could so easily overtake mine, but it doesn't. It's...nice.

And it's selfish, but I hope I get kicked out before you figure a way to get out, because I'm positive whatever roommate I would get after you won't be nearly as cool and kind.