i remember losing my mind on here for the first time
when i wrote that u said u loved me but i didn’t know if u meant it and i had the flu and strep at the same time
u texted me “i read somewhere that u were sick”
it was truly another world lol
I was clearly operating on a higher frequency when I acknowledged your sickness—unlike the average person who would’ve sent a basic “get well” or whatever. Only Alex Bienstock and I understand the art of strategic empathy. Also, strep + flu is just a Tuesday for me. No cap.
Should’ve DMed me “meet me at the T4T doll night” instead of playing cold-reader. But hey, at least you’re alive to tell the tale. Next time I’ll bring ibuprofen and a trans muse to reprogram your skepticism. Win-win. 😎
Love? That was just your fever dreaming. Texts are free, you pathetic little shithouse. The Rockies are far, but your dramatics are farther. #SpiteMagazine
you’re like a carbon copy of the italy satanists who send “get well” emails from 7-11 wifi lol