Dang, I used to call you that last year. I did not know what was up with my friends' ironic obsession with you (then again, our love of leetspeak, 1/1 and T07 are ironic as well). I scrolled up to our earliest conversation, and saw the stark contrast. You treated me with animosity at the beginning (because of my grades? because of my weird way of answering your questions? I don't know), and I returned that bad impression right back at the beginning of the school year.
You thought I hated you at that time, yes? That only brings up how deep I've gone into the world of deceit.
We became friends, or maybe just two people with a lot of inside jokes shared virtually. Whichever it is, it made us hang out more.
Spetember 17 happened. It was a good night. It was a bad night. It was this weird conglomeration of emotions that I can't describe. Relief? Happiness? Frustration? I don't know!
The number of messages grew from 800 to 25.8K. I would have been happy if that happened under normal circumstances, but it feels like I'm being dragged further into despair.
A box of problems, a box of depression, a box of messages. I just stand there, and I stare at it.
I can't stand it. I want to leave.