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DEAR CHAT,
IF I WAS SANE, THIS WOULD BE A DEAR JOHN LETTER BREAKING UP WITH YOU. MY HEALTH IS GOING TO DIVEBOMB AND I THINK I MIGHT START HALLUCINATING.
But, I love you. I mean, you totes rock. I had a whole love letter planned out, but I think my fingers are giving up on moving and I'm making way more typos than normal. I'll do it tomorrow when I'm drunk.
Now I'm gonna go eat more crappy pizza rolls and go to bed.
LOVE,
FISH.
IF I WAS SANE, THIS WOULD BE A DEAR JOHN LETTER BREAKING UP WITH YOU. MY HEALTH IS GOING TO DIVEBOMB AND I THINK I MIGHT START HALLUCINATING.
But, I love you. I mean, you totes rock. I had a whole love letter planned out, but I think my fingers are giving up on moving and I'm making way more typos than normal. I'll do it tomorrow when I'm drunk.
Now I'm gonna go eat more crappy pizza rolls and go to bed.
LOVE,
FISH.
