All that preparation for...whatever that was. I wrote a phone script to hear you tell me what I already know?
I already forgot what your voice sounds like, but for a fleeting moment I got to talk to you. Somehow I didn't beg for a job, so there's that. I still have no answers though. But I guess you gave me all that you could.
I just don't know how to feel. I was REAL sad for a while, then it passed. Tbh, I have no idea what sorta mood I'm in right now.