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“I cannot make you understand.
I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.
I cannot even explain it to myself.”

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May. 17th, 2023 09:36 pm
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DM, 9/6

Date: 2023-09-07 02:32 am (UTC)
nolitangere: (🩺004)
From: [personal profile] nolitangere
Yes, that's what's so great about him, unfortunately for me.

No, I just threw up. I didn't even know how I got in the bathroom. The circumstances weren't exactly conducive to warm, fuzzy feelings. [...] Did you happen to see how quickly she left the party, by any chance?

DM, 9/6

Date: 2023-09-07 02:51 am (UTC)
nolitangere: (🩺014)
From: [personal profile] nolitangere
Tell her what? That she reminds me of my sister? I bet she’ll platonically love that.

DM, 9/6

Date: 2023-09-07 03:04 am (UTC)
nolitangere: (🩺015)
From: [personal profile] nolitangere
The Toblerone bars Evan bought me, each one costs almost $120 online, more with shipping. And she got me three. Maybe partially as a fuck you for asking her about her “vacation,” but also because it probably doesn’t occur to her she doesn’t have to go into debt to make someone else happy. My sister was the same way, she’d trade her lunch vouchers for Yu-gi-oh cards because she knew I liked them. You know my lighter? Jules stole that for me. I was 8, I didn’t even smoke, I just liked Charmander. […] It’s not a good comparison.

DM, 9/6

Date: 2023-09-07 03:47 am (UTC)
nolitangere: (🩺332)
From: [personal profile] nolitangere
Actually, Annie, forget I said that. Trying to keep it fun as Guy You Fuck rather than Guy With Stupid Problems, and as it is I already have memory issues. […]

Lol, “Jesus, okay” is right. Sorry, got a little too much there. I’ll figure out what to say to Evan. But I wouldn’t sweat it, she has Sal.

DM, 9/6

Date: 2023-09-07 05:38 am (UTC)
nolitangere: (🩺305)
From: [personal profile] nolitangere
Thanks. I’m making everything sound like a bigger deal than it is, probably.

I’ll text you about dinner plans later, gotta run. Bye, Annie.