I’m getting much better at not self-censoring. If you’re my friend, you’re gonna get occasional lovebombings and a constant drip-drip-drip of memes and random thoughts from when you pop into my head and make me smile. Never be afraid to politely tell me to tone it down; I’d so much rather hear it from you than from the poisonous little voice in my head that tells me you’re tired of me.
