Yeah. I kin that dude. Literally, listen to his lines and tell me I don't act like that. I blabber on abt stuff for 5 minutes. And day 4, when he dies, is me when it's that moment the insecurities come crawling up my back with those razor-sharp claws that leave scars every time no matter how hard I try to get it to stop. Anyways that didn't make sense, I really want a Garfield plushie.
