I don’t know how to stop being sad.
You don’t miss me.
Well DAMN, I’m tired
i hate when you’re not in the same mood as your friend like when you want to slay your enemies and feast on their flesh and your friend wants to dance in a field of daisies and sing for the sake of singing like no stop that grab a pitchfork
Maybe the best way out of this is to pretend it never even happened.