Risky business

[frizzlet]

Words often fail me.

But, apparently on Tuesday, they did not.

I might've written the most honest thing I have ever written in my life. It required shutting my brain off and, cheesily enough, writing with my heart. I was so afraid, so afraid of how she would react, but apparently, for once in my life, I actually got through to someone what I

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[super_me]

The song really is amazing. Really.

As usual, I'm sitting here stunned and I have no idea what to say. I don't want to say the wrong thing. I'm terribly afraid of that. I don't want to say the wrong thing and accidentally hurt you. What I do know, however:

I think you need to talk to someone. I also know that you know this, and that I have no right to say it, for reasons we both understand. But I'm on the outside in this case, and I think that someone who actually knows about this stuff can help you more than Christine and I can. At least then you'd know what's going on.

I don't think you're going crazy. I fully believe that you are retaining your mental capacities, but the fact that weird things keep happening and happening in increasingly worse ways should prod you to see someone. Again, like I should be talking. But I think we both know that we're both right about the other. Anyway, onwards.

Don't worry about freaking me out; if you need to talk about something it's probably a lot better to give me the quivers than to keep it bottled up where it can only fester and multiply.

Yes, I'm getting mighty preachy, aren't I?

What I do know, what I know more strongly than anything, is that I care about you. I care about you, and very much so, and I want you to be okay, and I am here for you.

I love you, Callie. I do.