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[deaths_pilot]

I don't even wanna think about Christmas... but there's stuff comin' in already... and, if I don't do something, I know I'm gonna get the pointy end of a worry stick, so to speak. *small sigh* I just don't feel up to it...

Things got to damn close again. I hate feeling helpless... useless... I can't even stick up for myself. It's fucking

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[deaths_pilot]

*sighs* Quatre...

This was my point. I don't want people getting all freaked out and upset because of what happened.

[deaths_pilot]

*sigh*

Q...

I dunno. I just dunno anymore.

[deaths_pilot]

Don't worry so much...

[deaths_pilot]

Because... I dunno.

[deaths_pilot]

*small sigh* Yeah... I know you can't. It's like breathing to you.

[deaths_pilot]

Quatre... Stop. Just be yourself. You shouldn't keep trying to change yourself just to make others happy.

[deaths_pilot]

*weak smile* I doubt you could, too.