Well, yes I do. Well yes I do!
Of course, it doesn't matter at all what I do if you're not in this with me, right?
Oh, sigh, I picked up a bad habit and lost this good one, here.
I can no longer draw, write, speak, smoke weed, remember dreams... Besides all that, my lungs which heave and hack up fucking yellow shit every 20 minutes beg me to give up with cigarettes. But fuck 'em.
Holy shit, what the fuck was I thinking? Wait, WAS I?
Haha fucking ha.
I miss you. Please come back. I'm sick of missing people who'll never even remember me.
But regardless, please come home.
I need you.
Let the sickness run down your legs.