The art of a high5/thoughts

I discovered something extremely important about myself today:
I am an exceptionally bad high5er.

No, seriously.
Partially because I am totally uncoordinated, and miss the other person's hand 50% of the time.
Partially because, I never make a sound. It's like, I pat the other person's hand, I don't really hit it. So, I just let the other person high5 me instead, because it's too embarassing for me to high5 people. :L

And I never knew there was a specific art or skill involved in high5ing people, but I discovered today, that there is, and I just don't have it.

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I was extraordiarily sad today.

This is becoming routine...

But, today was worse than yesterday; I'm scared what tomorrow will be like.

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"All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live." - Mark Twain

^ That is what makes me no longer fear death.

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Nikki: "Ebony?"
Me: "Yus??"
Nikki: *picks up coffee cup from her seat* “I’m trying to think of something smart to say here, but I can’t think of anything so just take your cup!”