Hey man. I saw your Facebook status. I know that we haven’t kept in touch as much as we should lately, but if you need someone to talk to, or vent to, just let me know, okay? I promise that I’ll listen and be responsive for at least half of it.
I know that shit has been hard at work, and that your relationship hasn’t been the best, but it’s all going to be okay. And I’ll tell you that it’s all going to be okay, over and over again, at least until I get swept up in the IMDb page for Terminator 2. I can be a shoulder if you want one, and I swear to God, after what seems like hours of waiting on me to respond to your latest expression of discontent, I’ll say something supportive. Just let me get done reading the Wikipedia synopsis of CHAPPIE. Can you believe that they made the movie like that? But yeah, depression is rough, man. It sucks.
For the first thirty minutes though, you have my full attention. I know that I haven’t gone through the exact same thing, but I can relate, and I’m positive that it will get better. And then, when that time is up, I’ll probably drift into watching some Far Cry 4 fails. I’ll be there, because you’re my friend and nothing is going to change that. But I’ll also be on YouTube.
You can text me, or call, or Facebook message me at any time. I just want to see you happy, bud. You have so much to give the world, and this Reddit thread is all about spooky childhood stories. No, keep talking. Please. You SHOULD feel wanted. Everybody deserves to feel wanted.
I know that it sucks, but I’m glad we did this. Hey, if you’re ever in town, we should grab a beer, ya know? Keep in touch, alright? And remember what I said. Any time. Hold on. Sorry. I got a text.