My roommates and I carved pumpkins.
I made this one.
Here it is with a candle.
Thanks I guess. I’m living inside my own mind wondering how I made you mad again. We’re supposed to be best friends, and best friends tell each other everything, but for some reason it’s like it’s all over, and I still don’t know why. We used to talk and now you reply to my messages with one word, instead of the long explanatory and creative messages I was used to getting. And maybe you’re siting on your bed thinking the same thoughts as me and blaming all of this onto me. Or maybe you don’t care and you’d rather have me stay away from you because for some odd reason you hate me. And I’ll never understand why.