I honestly really wish sometimes that I wasn’t afraid of dying. That way, I wouldn’t be afraid to kill myself.
Maybe we could hang out soon; I think it would be therapeutic for both of us. Would you be okay with that?
We could go get sushi, even though I can’t stomach the taste. I want you to be comfortable, and your favorite food is a good way to achieve that. Would you like to try and move past everything? We could come out of it feeling like we made an effort towards peace.
