Yo. :o

Okay, fine. You don't want to outright say that you're leaving. I get it.

But you're throwing pets at me, and that email you sent basically told me that if I didn't get your trades, you'd just throw things in the donations again.

So. Fine. I give up. I'll give you the time you need to do whatever else you're planning. Judging by how naked you suddenly are, I guess I can expect a deluge of clothing items?

I miss you. I don't know why you have decided to throw Chesid at me. I really wish I knew what you were thinking of right now.

I miss our conversations online. I miss the silliness. I miss the excitement you'd have over the stupidest shit.

Happy birthday, Justin. I hope you're having a good one (and I hope you don't come online later, saying that I'm "late" for your birthday just because I'm 8 hours behind your timezone).

It's crazy to know you've turned 29. And as far as I know, you're still alive. Remember the days you were convinced you wouldn't live to see 25?

ANSWER ME, ASSHOLE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

ALSO.... THANKS? I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU MADE SHIERZA. DID YOU REALLY FIND HER THAT ENTERTAINING?

TOO BAD THERE ISN'T A HYENA-STYLE PET.

You never gave me an answer to why you sent me Chesid. Fucking answer me. Stop disappearing for months at a time. I understand you have a little girl now, but seriously. Stop being so distant.

I miss you, you stupid jerk.