truly, madly, deeply

part 1

"Hello internet, today I want to talk to you about a term I've been using a lot recently: existential crisis" I say in a dim voice. I shut the camera off. I'm not in the mood for another video right now, I haven't been for a while. Phil walks in the room wearing a ridiculous green and red Christmas tree jumper. He insists on wearing it in November!

" I keep getting all these comments about us..." I said to Phil. He looked down to me and sighs. "Just flick it off your shoulder, it's nothing, we know and that's all that matters really".

He doesn't understand how upsetting it is. Most of my comments are just about 'Phan' I understand OTP and everything but it gets too much sometimes. people always ask me if I'm gay, I'm not gay me and Phil are just friends but no one listens. It can just be so frustrating i guess. Phils right I should flick it off my shoulder but it's hard.

I go to the kitchen to catch Phil trying sneak my cereal! He's such an idiot. He runs out with a mouth full of Cheerios; I let off a small smile as he runs out. The kettles boiled I make my hot chocolate and go to the lounge.

I sit on my laptop scrolling through all these comments. I'm getting sick of them.