Ruler: Wonder if that's why

From Create Your Own Story

Quite easily: you manage to convince yourself that your lack of talent for invention wouldn't prompt that sort of negativity from your best friend. Before their disappearance from this slant: you two still talked, even during the bijou criticisms you gave to each other's syntax inventions from your respective word-distilleries. Scrambling each others brains with confusing prose never meant that he saw your capsized rejoinders as prosaic at surface-value, no.

You've done quite enough wondering and I don't think I'll let you do that again

If I can't walk, does that mean it ends here? I'm tired and frustrated; I don't have time for your null and negligible comments Is this the real scenario I'm in?