Okay, because my living in my parent’s basement and drinking alone is inspiration.
But it’s okay.
Here’s a popsicle.
I meant you’re an inspiration because you don’t give a fuck in all the right ways and just go to the beat of your own drum. I really am happy that things are looking up for you. They aren’t so much for me, but that’s called karma. I still respect the hell out of you.
I’m in my parent’s basement.
This isn’t looking up.
I’m just going to leave this here and move on now.
I’m really sorry then. I wish I could do something to help but like I said, I refuse to just stop trying. At one point in time, we were friends. Close friends. You’re worth it.
But yes, I did try. I hope the rest of your night looks up.
