Last night I was up thinking about Dave, for 15 or 20 minutes. Actually I had been re-reading some old messages when we were together a little before that, too. And I realized near the end of that sleeplessness that I wasn't the best friend after all. Our conversations were something of a safe space from our individual lives, but I should've asked more about their real-world life, and what their social group was like. I'm sure they're open to being better friends now but I feel like I should, somehow, atone for this.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391