I was going to write you one of those long, annoying as fuck gut-spilling messages I always send you, but I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. so I tried drawing you a picture but it was just an ugly bird. so I tried coloring you a picture, but they don’t make brutally honest “I hope you breakup with your girlfriend and your friends stop tying you up and you finally find happiness” coloring books. so I cried for a little, but then I remembered I hate crying and this isn’t about my problems anyway. so I stopped and listened to that same fucking song over and over, the one that reminds me so badly of you but I don’t think you really even like it. but then it started thundering randomly, and I tried to think of some metaphor, but there probably isn’t one, and now this is just turning into one of those long, annoying as fuck gut-spilling messages anyways, except I think this one makes less sense than usual and I feel really terrible that you’re on the receiving end of it. but just remember life is consequential in good ways, and I can’t hide that from you anymore because “consequential” doesn’t translate into French, and I’m just the ugly bird swooping in to eat all the centipedes and ants.