THIS IS OFFICIALLY YOUR LAST TEEN YEAR, SWEETIE.
Holy moly, we’re gonna be 20 next year. Hah.
Stage one of friendship:
Stage two of friendship:
I have 400+ messages in my inbox by now
(Because I clean them sometimes, Chai and Katie. Sit down and maybe you both should do the same)and y’know I feel bad about clearing it up along with these wonderful messages I never replied. I’m horrible with responding to these and you can blame my social awkwardness and inability to not be repetitive and say “Thank you!” over and over again. But truly, I should say more. But then again, I mumble words like an idiot when it comes to expressing my feelings so forgive me. I’m awkward and pathetic.
I’m just happy to know that you like the stuff that I do, draw, or just me. I am floored. It’s not an intention to pick someone’s mood up when I draw, but by golly if I made your day better, then I’m glad that I did. I don’t know what to say, really. I’ve typed some and erased some long ass sentences, trying to express these ‘feelings’ and ksdjhsakgsagJHDFS. I love you, god damn it.
If I missed some, I’m sorry. My inbox eats and hides messages sometimes.