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Look, I appreciate that Damien, but I don’t know if I can trust you. I feel like you betrayed in a pretty big way. I’m sorry for what I said about mirrors…
Okay. Good night, Damien.
Look, I appreciate that Damien, but I don’t know if I can trust you. I feel like you betrayed in a pretty big way. I’m sorry for what I said about mirrors and art galleries. I know there’s more to you than that.
I’m not asking you to trust me. I just wanted you to know I’m sorry.
That’s what I can’t trust.
Of course.
What is that supposed to mean?
Regan slipped a pair of black motorcycle boots on over her skinny jeans and pulled her chunky, hand-knit black sweater over her head. She slammed her room door unintentionally as she walked out and headed towards Lily’s room. She was excited for two reasons, the first being that she could really, really use a good night of getting baked and being delirious and lazy. The second was that she had always like Lily, or what she knew of her, but never really got a chance to talk to her. She was excited to have a potential new friend. She was smiling when she knocked on the door.
This is the right music for today, it reminds me of spring, a fresh start.
Look, I appreciate that Damien, but I don’t know if I can trust you. I feel like you betrayed in a pretty big way. I’m sorry for what I said about mirrors and art galleries. I know there’s more to you than that.
I’m not asking you to trust me. I just wanted you to know I’m sorry.
That’s what I can’t trust.
Anonymous: youre funny and nice. Wonder why Damien left you for that Rosaline bitch
Thank you, but that’s a little rude. I don’t know her so I can’t pass that kind of judgement.
I can’t really believe how many therapy sessions I went to today, but I feel excellent. I looked through a…
Look, I appreciate that Damien, but I don’t know if I can trust you. I feel like you betrayed in a pretty big way. I’m sorry for what I said about mirrors and art galleries. I know there’s more to you than that.
I can’t really believe how many therapy sessions I went to today, but I feel excellent. I looked through a whole book of photography without passing out!
That’s great! :)
Thank you, I’m so happy!
It must be nice :)
I really hope you’re not being sarcastic, because I am genuinely ecstatic right now.
I’m not. In fact now I’m hurt you could think it was sarcastic.
Okay, I believe you, and thank you. We just both said some pretty hurtful things last night.
Oh looook! It’s Regannnn! Sup Regaaaaaan?!
Oh nothing much, just having an excellent day. You?
Ooooooohhhh. You know, just spliffinnnn
Oh god, I haven’t heard smoking called spliffing since, well, ever… Do you have any extra?
Anonymous: it seems so. But he seems to really like this one, unlike...well you. I believe his description is different now. But whatever.
Oh, fantastic. And I’m glad. I hope he finds happiness, which i guess for him is lying under some naked chick in an empty room the other night, which the nurses had a field day gossiping about but don’t tell me he never liked me. I know that’s not true.
