You an go back to whatever stupid thing you arrived in on. You're dead to me. Why am I best friends with such a jackass? I ask myself this every night as I lie in bed wondering my life choices. How did I convince myself that goober John Egbert would be my best friend? He's actually a huge butt mcassholepants to me all the time. Sheesh. I deluded myself for so long that you'd one day get better. My entire life is now a lie.

[No, John. he still talks a lot in person.]