[ Normally, the thought train is as follows: Yes, huffs are good, indignation is very good; if a teenager hyped up on friendship drugs still gets smacked occasionally into brooding, that means the shots are mostly hitting the target. There'd be a rearranging of words and thoughts in the hopes of hitting the exact combination of button presses to get the point through.

But this whole narrative point is moot because that implies he's thinking about what he's saying. Oh well. ] Of course you would. Then you keep in contact via letters, phone calls, emails, text messages, or social media, depending on which time period you're from. Bad metaphor, Aragaki.

[ Ffs how old is this asshole, also wow way to be pedantic over nothi- ]

More like you've already moved. Worrying about your stuff and bills and finding a job and whatever else. Leaves you too stressed and tired to deal with anything past what's absolutely necessary. Trying to be social on top of it is... too much. ...But metaphors aren't reality. You don't exist in a vacuum, kid. Even if you don't want to bother everyone, they're already bothered by the fact you're blowin' off their feelings. Like how you felt when I did the same.

I'm not trying to sell you about how life is perfect and worth living. It's not. I'm not sayin' get over yourself either. Everyone has problems and hangups and they're all valid. All I'm saying is don't be so hard on yourself. Even if all you're doing is letting your friends be idiots and worry about pointless things. Might make you less Tired.