Yesterday, I saw a picture of a cat eating spaghetti and I laughed even harder than I do at comic sans.
This is just another sign of my increasingly-worse mental state.
I think I will see a doctor, and take them on a magical unicorn ride with me
and have a picnic under a willow tree
and when we’re there we can whisper each other our secrets like pre-adolescent girls
we will eat ice cream together and watch the sunset