I’m going to Hiro’s for dinner tonight. You think I have a date, and I’m definitely not telling you otherwise, because I honestly don’t know how to explain this. Out loud, I mean. I don’t know how to actually tell you about Hiro and everything he’s done and what happened last week without having an eraser for when I change my mind about wording.
Erasers are great. Is that why texting is so addicting? Because we can erase without all the eraser shavings?
Meditating didn’t help. It just made me think about things in a fucked-up, existentialist manner.
Y’know, maybe Mori-senpai’s the trick to enlightenment, not meditation. He’s pretty chill. That may be it.
Anyway, I’ll keep you updated. I know that you’re not actually aware of what’s going on, but the naggy little voice in my head that sounds like you is being supportive, so I’ll say thanks anyway.