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First attempt.
Hi! Wow. It’s been months, Pineapple. After a lot of messages, you answered. I was glad but well, sad at the same time. Looks like you aint coming back for good. I know you’re busy with your studies and games and I hope you’re having fun.
Ah, I got addicted to don’t starve. Console edition! Can’t stand the PC thing my back hurts as well as my ass whenever I tried to play on PC. I survived more or less 70 days lol. It was really fun, especially Shipwrecked. During the days I wonder what happened to you and what were you doing, I’d play the game. And when I’m about to die, in my thoughts, I always hear you say my name. Disappointed. And then shrugged like, “No problem, I knew you’d die. I made something.”
Pineapple, I feel like I’ve hurt you the last time we talked. Not “hurt hurt” but well, men’s ego is different and I understand that. I don’t want to blame it on your age though.
Remember the recording you sent me? I listened to that like a hundred times. It never gets old. I’m lucky I saved few of our conversations, a picture of you, and videos. It kept me going through tough times. I know that’s kinda funny, weird or even creepy lol but yeah that’s that.
You must be wondering why I opt to write it in here instead of sending em to you. Well, it sucks running after you when you clearly don’t want me in your life. Ugh. Let’s not talk about that today.
I have so many stories to tell you, Pineapple. So much that I forget some of them lol. Like everyday, it’s a different story. I don’t have anyone to talk with. I do have friends, yes, but it’s different.. Ugh.
Let’s just put it this way, at one point in my life, you were the only person who understood me. I was theatrical, hysterical even delusional, but you were there. You supported me, you criticized me, you encouraged me. You were there. And I wasn’t in return. I’m sorry, Pineapple. Really am.
I miss you everyday. And yeah, I’m thinking about you right now. I hope you’re doing well. Meet me here again?
Laters, baby.