life scares me to death.

[sheepboy]

[disclaimer: this is not a cry for attention. i am *not* going to kill myself. i repeat, i am *not* going to kill myself

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[aubreyblack]

You know, I *want* you to go for that "holiday" at your parents house because I want to be able to spend some time with you and talk to you about stuff. Not that I can actually do much to change things, but still. It's hard sometimes when I come to see you - I love hanging out with you and I love seeing Dylan, too, but it's hard to talk to you when he's around sometimes. I feel like I by the time I have to leave, I sometimes haven't really managed to connect with you, do you know what I mean? I feel like I see you so rarely that when I *do* see you I want to talk and talk and talk about stuff with you, and sometimes I get to, and sometimes I don't. I always feel like I'm cheating you out of a quality visit when I don't! =^P But when I do it's always really good, even if the stuff we're talking about isn't the most cheerful or optimistic. I still have some of the best conversations with you. I know with you that when we get talking, we'll always be talking *about* something that matters.

Anyway, I'm not going to try to offer any solutions, but come and see me soon, before I go to Wellington. If you don't wind up coming to your parents house, I'll try to get out to see you again before I go. You can come out to my place, or we'll go down to the beach or something. Or we'll go shopping. ::nods::

And remember you can *email* me. That's not a loaded, "you never email me and I'm trying to make you feel bad", it's just if you have nothing to do, and you want to rant, and you don't want to rant to Livejournal, well... yeah. I am here, you know. *hug* Talk to you soon.