12mn: I was babaw. I made a "funny" joke. You didn't laugh. Usual. I made a funner joke. And this time, you laughed.
1am: I changed our chat emoji to a nose. You realized you were turning 17 in 23 hours. I asked you what you learned from this year, and you said "I hate people", and I wished you didn't hate me.
2am: I was asking you what picture I should tweet for your birthday. Why didn't we get a picture last night. You're laughing at me for wearing the huge *** NASA shirt you gave me. (Thank you a bunch for that.)
3am: I asked you how the Mcdo was. You said "good". My tummy grumbled.
4am: You asked me if I was up and honestly I wasn't – you just woke me up. But conversations at this hour are the best so why not? You sent me some songs. And my groggy self listened to them half asleep. You said 20 hours til you turn 17.
5am: Kuya Soy just left. I am sad. You said jmsn at this hour is great – and he is. You're now gonna try to sleep (**** it, just when I was awake). I asked you what time you were born so I could greet you on that time. But **** it was at 7 am, still, I set my alarm. Goodnight and goodbye, for the mean time.
6am: I write because you exist. Woah that dramatic effect though (just kidding). But really, I am awake, writing my greeting for you. I fell asleep with my notes open.
10am: I was still asleep, you messaged me in reply to "I write because you exist", you said same.
12nn: I just woke up and I just saw your message.
1pm: I followed you with my 2016 account. You followed me back.
2pm: You sent me a hugot quote about walking away or trying harder. I think I'm going for the try harder option. You never know how close you actually are to your goal, right? You said you're turning 17 in less than 12 hours.
3pm: Easy to talk to, hard to understand.
4pm: I learned that your mom's name is Nilda. Hi Tita pls like me half jk. Actually not jk.
5pm: You told me everyone was making 365 accounts. Actually, it's 366.
6pm: I told you I was sad about kinder eggs having genders. "idk lol ugh HAHAHA"
7pm: I asked you if you were okay, you said yes. (And I wished that you'd never lie to me whenever I ask if you're okay)
8pm: Some ungrateful btch be tweeting about not wanting to get food for Christmas. You say "BRUH FOOD IS ONE OF THE GOOD GIFTS MY *****", I laughed.
9pm: You made me listen to Jidenna (aheheh ahas) and I'm reminded of your great music taste.
11pm: You told me your family was fighting. This is your "worst christmas". I want so desperately to do anything to make you feel better, and I am trying to help you.
12mn: Still trying. I wanna hug you to absorb all your sadness.