Page 21--A letter.
I don't even know how to start this
Dear self, I guess,
Look, I know things are gonna be really confusing for a bit, okay. A lot of stuff happened and you might remember all of it, or some of it, or maybe even none of it except this one thing that could ruin a good thing you've got going for you. So believe me when I say that you really don't want to do that. I can't remember what the fuck happened to us that made you so damn paranoid about getting close to anyone, but whatever it was, it just can't be so bad that you're never gonna let yourself be happy.
I mean, I know you think you are, but you have no fucking idea, all right.
I know you're gonna want to run, but I want you to sit down and think for a minute before you do. We've been living here how long, exactly? Singebrow's never done a damn thing to hurt us. I can tell from these pages and the way sometimes when he says shit my gut clenches out of instinct that you would've been gone before whatever happened to us happened if he had. So keep that in mind, dumbass. You've got a good guy that loves you--YEAH I SAID IT DEAL WITH IT--and if I know myself at all, which maybe I don't 'cause you sure as hell don't read like me in this thing, I've got a pretty good idea that you probably feel close to the same way. So remember this, if you're gonna remember anything: yeah, the L word got said, it's not the end of the fucking world. So what if it was? With your flightiness and the couple of things I can remember I have a feeling you've dealt with guys saying that and deciding they wanted to be your keeper. Well forget that shit, that's not what this is about, okay. Right now I'm on the inside of this thing looking out and I can tell you right now that Singebrow is gonna be totally fine with you being your own man. He's not gonna try to leash you or whatever. Pretty sure that's the last thing he wants out of you, so just... stop it.
Take a deep breath, calm down, remember what you just read, and I guess if you really think you gotta run just... be kind about it, okay. Don't just pick up and go.
...this is longer than I wanted it to be, but I guess... yeah. That's everything I wanted to say before I go see that healer about my head.
Maybe this won't even be necessary. I dunno.
Signing this thing would be dumb so I'm not gonna do it.
Oh, and fucking P.S. or whatever (this is stupid): don't be shocked if he finds a bigger house and announces you're gonna move. And don't be an asshole about it, either.
Dear self, I guess,
Look, I know things are gonna be really confusing for a bit, okay. A lot of stuff happened and you might remember all of it, or some of it, or maybe even none of it except this one thing that could ruin a good thing you've got going for you. So believe me when I say that you really don't want to do that. I can't remember what the fuck happened to us that made you so damn paranoid about getting close to anyone, but whatever it was, it just can't be so bad that you're never gonna let yourself be happy.
I mean, I know you think you are, but you have no fucking idea, all right.
I know you're gonna want to run, but I want you to sit down and think for a minute before you do. We've been living here how long, exactly? Singebrow's never done a damn thing to hurt us. I can tell from these pages and the way sometimes when he says shit my gut clenches out of instinct that you would've been gone before whatever happened to us happened if he had. So keep that in mind, dumbass. You've got a good guy that loves you--YEAH I SAID IT DEAL WITH IT--and if I know myself at all, which maybe I don't 'cause you sure as hell don't read like me in this thing, I've got a pretty good idea that you probably feel close to the same way. So remember this, if you're gonna remember anything: yeah, the L word got said, it's not the end of the fucking world. So what if it was? With your flightiness and the couple of things I can remember I have a feeling you've dealt with guys saying that and deciding they wanted to be your keeper. Well forget that shit, that's not what this is about, okay. Right now I'm on the inside of this thing looking out and I can tell you right now that Singebrow is gonna be totally fine with you being your own man. He's not gonna try to leash you or whatever. Pretty sure that's the last thing he wants out of you, so just... stop it.
Take a deep breath, calm down, remember what you just read, and I guess if you really think you gotta run just... be kind about it, okay. Don't just pick up and go.
...this is longer than I wanted it to be, but I guess... yeah. That's everything I wanted to say before I go see that healer about my head.
Maybe this won't even be necessary. I dunno.
Signing this thing would be dumb so I'm not gonna do it.
Oh, and fucking P.S. or whatever (this is stupid): don't be shocked if he finds a bigger house and announces you're gonna move. And don't be an asshole about it, either.