Message received on April 12 at 3:16 AM.
Hello? Are you there? Listening? I’m just trying to get in touch man. I’ve been so fucking, so fucking down lately. Like, I don’t know what’s happening. I’m just so tired all the time. Trying to sleep. I just, I just lay there quiet. Can’t speak cause everyone around me is passed out. My fucking mind’s raging. Uh, hello? I don’t even know why I called. I think it, I think it might be time for me to leave. Just call it quits. I’m sick of this. It’s the same fucking day, every day. I think I sleep, I can’t be sure though. It’s all the same now. Drink, drink, drink again. I’m tired man. I think it, you don’t want to hear this. I’m a mess. I’m sorry man. I just don’t know who to turn to. No one really hears me, you know? I speak, at least I think I speak, but no one hears me. I’ve said enough. Hello? Hello? I shouldn’t have called.
- waking up: haha fuck
- Me: Where are the owls? WHERE ARE THE OWLS?
- Hooters Waitress: Please sir, you're causing a fuss and disturbing the other customers-
- Me: *banging my hands rhythmically on the table* WHERE-ARE-THE-OWLS? WHERE-ARE-THE-OWLS? WHERE ARE THE OWLS?
when I was six I threw a tantrum because I wanted a slushie from 711 and I remember my dad said “I will never buy you a slushie” AND LITERALLY RIGHT NOW HE CAME IN THE CAR WITH A SLUSHIE AND I WAS LIKE WHY DIDNT YOU GET ME ONE AND HE LOOKED ME DEAD IN THE EYE AND SAID “REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE SIX”