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After all the drama and a box of tissues I was finally able to calm down my best friend. Thank goodness too, I was about to lose my mind if I heard her say ‘God, I’m an idiot! I want to fucking die!’, shit.

As I slowly consumed my now tasteless meal, Dane’s story and words remained in my mind. Sure, she had a point. Drunk people saying random things, it makes sense because it’s true. But it doesn’t go in the exact same way for me. Ahbaya wasn’t drunk the night she told me she loved me. She was high in poison, maybe even a step away from dying — still, she’s not drunk.

Dane frowned after taking a bite from her burger. “It's getting cold, like my conscience.”

I laughed at her wits though, ah, the irony. “As if you had one in the first place.”

While the both of us enjoyed our meal, Dane and I shared a series of short conversations. Like how stupid it is to be a human. She wants to be a cactus and I, a small succulent on her back.

“You’re losing your mind and I can’t blame you. Timothy