[ can she just say how great it is to have a normal conversation with a human that doesn't revolve around: where is it and how do we kill it before it kills us? ]
are you kidding? i love candy why would i share that?
so speaking of once or never. what's the plan, for you know, before all of this? you're in highschool, right? or you're just a really petite university student. or a freakishly tall 6th grader. judgement free zone here.
to skip hoarding all of the cavities that come with it?
a judgement free zone that uses the word freakish. i see that happening. and you were right the first time, about high school. i'm seventeen. just trying to survive all the drama. ...and then some.
well that doesn't sound mysterious at all. no way.
and yeah. i was. am? am sounds like i plan on getting back. and all things considered? pretty much come to terms with the fact that california is probably the last place i'm gonna end back up.
i don't like jumping to conclusions. maybe they die. maybe they go home. but there are worse things than death and no guarantee for what really happens.
it sounds awful to say i'd rather assume they were home or dead but it beats thinking they're trapped somewhere in rooms we can't get to. suffering who knows what. have you ever explored that possibility? i mean, gone looking. does anyone bother?
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has anyone ever told you that you should give stand up a spin?
[ OKAY SO SHE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE LAUGHING ALOUD AT HER EMPTY ROOM
but that's beside the point. ]
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it might have come up, once or never.
[ can she just say how great it is to have a normal conversation with a human that doesn't revolve around: where is it and how do we kill it before it kills us? ]
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so speaking of once or never.
what's the plan, for you know, before all of this? you're in highschool, right? or you're just a really petite university student. or a freakishly tall 6th grader. judgement free zone here.
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a judgement free zone that uses the word freakish. i see that happening. and you were right the first time, about high school. i'm seventeen. just trying to survive all the drama. ...and then some.
were you in high school too?
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and yeah. i was. am?
am sounds like i plan on getting back. and all things considered? pretty much come to terms with the fact that california is probably the last place i'm gonna end back up.
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why is it so impossible to imagine? people have told me that others go home here. why couldn't it happen to you?
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people disappear. no one knows if everyone makes it home. just that some come back, and some don't.
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you can say it.
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i don't like jumping to conclusions. maybe they die. maybe they go home. but there are worse things than death and no guarantee for what really happens.
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it sounds awful to say i'd rather assume they were home or dead but it beats thinking they're trapped somewhere in rooms we can't get to. suffering who knows what. have you ever explored that possibility? i mean, gone looking. does anyone bother?
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it isn't that people believe they're dead or home or trapped. i'm saying that no one knows anything.