And the stupid IM conversations kept me thinking, thinking too hard about idiotic middle school things, the things that kids thought they knew everything about – but really were just the things they didn’t understand but made words up for so that they could express it easier. And I ran, and I tried to burn it all away along with the calories that I didn’t care about.

And soon the rain came down, and I liked it, because it was like the tears that I was supposed to cry but couldn’t because I was a man. Except these were cold drops, and they felt better than the hot fluid that came out of your eyelids.

It’s ok that you just want to stay friends.
I understand. Besides, if that’s how you feel,
I can’t change that.
Oh, and by the way – I hate you.

I’m happy that we’re talking to each other again.
I hope our friendship isn’t ruined.
Oh, and by the way – you’re an asshole.

That hug you gave me last Wednesday
really made my week.
Oh, and by the way – thinking of you makes me wish I was dead.