I definitely felt like you didn't want to talk to me today. Well, more than a feeling, it was pretty concrete (and I swear that on my life). I felt like this yesterday too. I know. I know I'm too antsy. I didn't really give you any space at all since I left your house. And you're allowed to feel like that. It's been 7.5 hours since I sent anything to you (or you to me, for that matter). I see you're on a call now. Cool. I'll be normal about it. If you don't say goodnight to me I don't know what I'll do. I probably won't messge you in the morning, just see how long it goes on.
I wanted to cry the other day when you just didn't care about the animals I was sending you. I had felt so dispirited, so stressed, and looking at a bunch of animals I'd never seen before really made me feel better. And I wanted to share that. But I'm too much, I know. I talk too much, send too much, I never shut the fuck up. The added lukewarm reaction from my dad when I tried to show him the animals just sent me over the edge.