I was watching Kevin Bridges and his rant on vaping and it reminded me of you, Issy, your vaping and your funny, self-deprecating way of talking about it. Being aware of your faults and not being ashamed. I know this is all meaningless, you don’t remember me at all, but it was nice, listening to you, and it’s nice, remembering you. The other day I was walking on the street and a thrown away vape battery caught my eye. I took it and thought about checking it out, how it works, and it reminded me of how you were lamenting that you were using single-use vapes, and how bad of a person you are for it. You were so funny, you know.

Not long after HQ called me up on my birthday and nearly made me cry (by asking me to take care of myself, but for whom, I asked, and I cried), I had a dream of meeting A and her telling me she loves me, to which I responded, I love you too, and then cried uncontrollably in my dream. Then I woke up. HQ, you can still make me cry. Sad but beautiful.

Cute, fragile, honest, funny. Would have been nice to see her again. I wonder if I fucked up. I have to say, seeing her cry was pretty emotional. That takes a whole lot of courage to do. I wonder if I could ever do that. I should, but I can’t.