sorry I didn't respond to your text. I slept until 1pm and saw it half asleep and then forgot and then remembered it 3 days later and then meant to respond but I had to eat dinner and forgot again and then remembered 5 days later again and then got too much anxiety to respond and then
i'm so sorry, i walked marginally more than a mile in your shoes. my understanding of you has subsumed my own consciousness, i am you to a greater extent than you ever were, and you are merely a simulacrum to the true you, which is me.
liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell
joints will see you taking a step & be like "i bet i could improve on this with my Cool New Trick." & theyre wrong
this callout couldve been a block button