I love you too, Thomas. I'm so glad you were able to get down the things you're feeling. It's okay that you can't say them out loud yet. You're still expressing them, and that's so much better than not. And now, I can know what's going on, and think about it, and be better equipped to help you. This is really good
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I used to be much better at expressing myself!! I remember once the bishop asked me why I looked so troubled and I said, "You Grace. I'm rather itchy." Without thinking twice. Well, it was true... Peter nearly died. He was mortified, the big girl.
I know you get it. Which is why I should tell you, but I'm all...you know...fucked. Argh
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Oh my goodness. I do love you, Thomas. I love that you told His Grace you were itchy! That's priceless. I wish I could have seen both his and Peter's faces
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It was pretty priceless. He told me to go from God's House and scratch.
I yelled. I do not yell. Well I yell at pricks...but you are not a prick. I cannot believe I yelled...
I think...with them, I'm actuall more afraid of the pain than dying. With them, dying would be a mercy. I'm not used to pain that doesn't go away. I cut myself shaving and I cried...
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I know you get it. Which is why I should tell you, but I'm all...you know...fucked. Argh ( ... )
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I yelled. I do not yell. Well I yell at pricks...but you are not a prick. I cannot believe I yelled...
I think...with them, I'm actuall more afraid of the pain than dying. With them, dying would be a mercy. I'm not used to pain that doesn't go away. I cut myself shaving and I cried...
You are my way, Baby. Never ever out of it.
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