Hey, I was about to watch Bojack Horseman Season 2.
You know, I’ve been spending hours sitting on my bed like this.
I think I don’t even really know what to say, just trying to puzzle something up.
I imagine you reading this inside your head, like some voices, actually I’d like you reading this with Diane’s voice. But you do not know who Diane is, do you? She’s Bojack ghostwriter. I love her voice, don’t know why.
Well, I’m speaking too long, sorry.
It’s been 24 hours without any message of yours. That’s not too long, that’s not too short, I don’t know how 24 hours without you sound like. Like sickness, I think.
You know, I think that stupid shitty blue tick on Whatsapp should be banned from earth. I’ve been checking all day long but there’s still no messages.
Don’t know if you’re going to write one.
Truth is, I don’t even know if you’re going to read this. And, fun fact: I don’t even know if I want you to read this. But I’m writing, right? So deeply inside I want you to read. Maybe.
I tweeted something before, like Please don’t go and bla bla bla. Like you could read my Twitter. Well, actually, you could, that’s my profile even here, on the right. See?
Ok, I feel weird.
I’m writing thinks that come out of my head. Can’t stop them, it’s like a flood. A huge and destroying flood running in my head, coming out from my fingers, desplayed here on this screen, black on white. That’s all.
Can’t stop checking for notifications.
I really don’t know what to do. I don’t know if you’re mad at me, if you’re freakin’ pissed off. Should I write something? Am I supposed to?
Please, talk to me. Say anything.
I’ll be there like I always do.
Maybe I shouldn’t write this down but screw it up:
I MISS YOU
Could we catch each other up?
(a bit) forever yours, Me
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