i haven't seen you in awhile. How has it been? it's been awhile. I'm not okay, not that you care, I'm just passing the time. Hey! Hey! Hey, I don't think this is too bad, maybe we can start again? wait, never-fucking-mind, you're still the same and so am I. But let's pretend that we're okay, is that okay? Just right now. I miss your hand inside of mine, I miss the times we'd use to cry, when mom was drunk and yours just sucked and everything was so sixteen. And although I still see you around, it's just not the same.