sometimes I miss you, sometimes I hate you, sometimes I forget about your existence.
sometimes I miss your smile and your fart noises. and I miss Sam and boots. but other times I remember how you used to accuse me of not liking you enough and that made me feel terrible. I often wonder how you’ve been doing and if everything’s fine with you. I hope you haven’t been drinking a lot, and I hope you’re trying to stay away from strawberries. I wonder if you have a job and if you’re going to school.
stay safe. look after yourself. make fried pickles. you can do this.