I'm revoking your internet abilities. You're not allowed to call me when I'm in my beauty sleep.

Shut up.

What do u want?

Nothing, just bored.

At two in the morning? Bitch go to bed tf?

No.

I- alright. What's pestering you that you have to vent about it to your favorite person who-by the way-gets no sleep as it is. But go ahead, what's wrong?"

How do you know you're my favorite person?

I'm special like that.

You ever feel like everything's your fault?

Sometimes, why?

I just-nevermind. It's not important.

Why do u do that?

Do what?

Push off all your problems?

Because they're not important.

They are to me. So get to talking because I'm so close to dazing off.