I hate Mondays.
What time is it?
I hope that’s true.
If you’re really worried about it, I can always just stay away from you. Probably easier… I reckon you’re secretly awful. Would hate to have my perfect image of you shattered like that.
I’m not trying to be negative.. I just worry I’m not.. like you think and soon you’ll realize it too.
Even if that were true… maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as you think.
No. I don’t know. I just… it doesn’t matter.
Seems like you do to me.. and it does matter.
Or more likely.. not as good as you think I am.
You always find a way to sell yourself short, don’t you?
I guess I can be good for something. Even if you could just be saying that to get on my good side.. not that I have another one.
‘Course you don’t…
You’re better than you think you are.
That’s cause you’re a little silly.
Really? Well I’d hope I could find something to do that’d be more distracting than that.
Well, you managed to actually make me smile multiple times in the past hour or so.. seems like you’re good company to me.
You don’t need to feel stupid for asking that. It does seem like those days could be… hard.
Anyway, um. I’d be happy to spend it with you if you want me to. Can’t promise I’ll be great company but..
You know me, though.. looking in the mirror makes me feel stupid.
Trust me, we could sit in silence for the whole day and I’d probably be fine with it..
I know what that’s like but you shouldn’t..
It’s just that, it’s… ugh. It’s fine if you don’t want to, but it’s… I don’t think I want to be by myself on, uh, on my birthday. I mean.. I might be able to handle it because there’s also Sophie’s, which would probably be worse, but… yeah. See? Forget it..