Better Untold //Conversation//

trace, ey?

I've kinda been feeling like crap lately.

Yeah, that sounds like a you problem.

Kinda. But what's the even supposed to mean? That you just don't care?

Of course I care.

Do you? Because I feel like you don't. Maybe enough to not want me dead, and to laugh at my jokes and indulge in my stupidity, once in a while, but not anything more. You don't care the way I care.

What are you even saying? We're friends.

Yeah, friends in school. Friends who can joke and laugh and trust each other with anything...in school.

You can always come over if you want. You're the one who shuts yourself up like a hermit.

Because all you guys do when you come over is trash my mom and go through my stuff. ___ especially.

Once again, that sounds like a you problem.

I guess it is.

But please don't die. We all love you.

Please stop lying. It's easier.