"Guess, what's dumb? I am worrying over for not being a friend's favourite roleplayer."
At the moment, I am surprisingly calm.
Had my mental health problems taken over, the situation would be catastrophic.
"Boohooaawaaah! I'll kill myself!"
"In the end, there is nothing I can do to this 'problem'.
Why should I worry?"
"I guess this is how it feels like to be a functioning, mentally healthy adult."
Although it would be cool to be someone's favourite something.
"You are my number one favourite person!"
"Thanks, you are making me blush!"
