My last words

One, two many things gone wrong, three, four I don't know what to do anymore, five, six I'm getting sick of this, seven, eight it's getting late, nine, ten I can't go to bed, eleven, twelve more thought's going through my head.

This is going well, I'm glad you stayed around to listen to me wail~ I think we'll be great friends! Here we go again!

Thirteen, fourteen different times I've tried calling my imaginary friends, fifteen, sixteen pieces of my heart I can't find, seventeen, eighteen years of figuring out I can't just leave trauma behind, nineteen, twenty minutes more screen time.

Are you tired of me yet? I understand, I'm just glad you stayed to the end like a real friend would! I can't guarantee that we'll ever speak again but I hope we can soon!

The end!