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Dear Lian was having a panic attack. She talked a lot like her Mom when she was very upset. But if you told her that, she'd probably scream. "Okay. So."
"I said somethin' to this chick. An' it made her uncomfortable. I didn't intend t' be vis'bly mean. I mean...I wanted t' see what she was all about, 'cause no one told me! But I treated her pretty much like I treat everyone. She's very sensitive. Andandand she doesn't trust me, even though I told her I didn't mean it an' we've had a few heart-t'-hearts an' it's vitally 'mportant t' me that she trusts me. I dunno why. But it is. An' I wouldn't be mean t' her. I wouldn't. I know I'm bein' irrational. But..." She shrugged helplessly. Sometimes she needed certain people to like her or she didn't feel right. She didn't feel balanced.
She zipped up her backpack and slipped a sweatshirt on over her current handpainted t-shirt that said (I upset a perfectly innocent young woman after I was told specifically not to although I wasn't told anything about her, which was sort of not my fault, I shouldn't have done that). "Weirdest punishment ever?" Oh, she had drawers full of t-shirts that had similar lines painted on them.
"Good sports to go into if you have a lot of energy and you wanna 'splain weird injuries that you might be getting in the future?"
Dear Lian was having a panic attack. She talked a lot like her Mom when she was very upset. But if you told her that, she'd probably scream. "Okay. So."
"I said somethin' to this chick. An' it made her uncomfortable. I didn't intend t' be vis'bly mean. I mean...I wanted t' see what she was all about, 'cause no one told me! But I treated her pretty much like I treat everyone. She's very sensitive. Andandand she doesn't trust me, even though I told her I didn't mean it an' we've had a few heart-t'-hearts an' it's vitally 'mportant t' me that she trusts me. I dunno why. But it is. An' I wouldn't be mean t' her. I wouldn't. I know I'm bein' irrational. But..." She shrugged helplessly. Sometimes she needed certain people to like her or she didn't feel right. She didn't feel balanced.
She zipped up her backpack and slipped a sweatshirt on over her current handpainted t-shirt that said (I upset a perfectly innocent young woman after I was told specifically not to although I wasn't told anything about her, which was sort of not my fault, I shouldn't have done that). "Weirdest punishment ever?" Oh, she had drawers full of t-shirts that had similar lines painted on them.
"Good sports to go into if you have a lot of energy and you wanna 'splain weird injuries that you might be getting in the future?"