I always thought I was a bad person. I couldn't help most people I've loved, after all. I'm weak.
I'm getting ideas. Thoughts. I'm supposed to be getting better, aren't I? But I don't know if this is better. Things are making me angry. Things that shouldn't be bothering me. I'm caring less about what I'm seeing, which should be fine; I can ignore
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Hmm. Nevermind.
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Just... know I really do trust you. Okay?
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I haven't decided yet if they're good or bad, so I don't really know if I want to quite say yet.
Albeit I probably should. I owe you.
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Aha, that you do. But I won't press if you really don't want to talk about it.
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Thank you for offering, Luxord. I'll make it up to you, somehow.
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Can... can I help you at all? I don't know what I could do, but if there's anything... at all... I... I want to help my friends. I'm sure theres something I can do...
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It helps. Believe me.
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If that's what will make you happy, Mr. Harry, I'd make pancakes with you every day! Promise!
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I'll get those blood tests done asap, ok? :)
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