one of his best friends was saying that she couldn't wait to figure out if he was a "nikki" (her name) or a "ken" (her husband's name)

because her immune system sucks and she's chronically ill so she just felt like same shit different day and his is like, good, so he died

and here we are. im the nikki. he's the ken. and now he's sucking on orange slices in his bed

god that was me

i died a lil

im so sorry you died

i just chilled

Oh nooo, poor guy.

That's the same as my parents- poor dad was knocked on his ass for the whole day, and mum was just like 'my arm is slightly sore, I guess?'

if you already have chronic hell disease you just kind of always feel like shit

so whats the difference