“aren’t you worried about-“
yes. i’m worried about it. whatever you’re about to say, i’m worried about it. don’t say it aloud. don’t speak that into existence for me. just assume i’m already worried about everything. thank you for your help.
bad news everyone: i have the chicago song from victorious stuck in my head again so i will be singing it out loud at full volume every time i space out for the next seven years