He asked me why I’m sad and I don’t know how to even begin to tell him.
So instead I’m telling him why it doesn’t matter.
My therapist would hate me right now.
But I like him.
And I don’t like that part of me.
And i think its probably best to keep the two separate.
“I am so gonna find this stupid magic quill!”
“Sorry registration for day 1 has closed….”
Who’s fault is this?
MERLIN’S BEARD, I’M MAD.
next weekend your mine. so serious.