So you're giving up without even trying? Didn't think that was your style. Accepting defeat without even having a go.
Anyone. I'll remember that the next time I learn someone needs a place to crash. Harrow's very particular about her space, so I can't be as generous. So glad you're right next door so generous and kind and welcoming.
You don't have to be succinct, buddy. You could go on and on and on. I won't reveal a peep to him because I'm not a snitch.
That sounds rough. It sucks when you know things people don't. Not the same situation, but Harrow spent the first six months in Folkmore thinking it was fake, all in her head, that I was just in her head. Do you know how hard it is to convince someone you're real when they think you're fake? Thought she'd made a bubble universe. A friend of ours has done that before, so like that shit is real where we come from. It was such a weird nightmare that heavily weighed on everything we did. You can't exactly tell a girl you love her and kiss her when she thinks you're a figment of her imagination. Even if she went "Yes I love you too lets make out in bikinis," you couldn't just do that. Because she doesn't think it's really you. She thinks it's a fantasy of her own making.
There's a lot of shit back home. You might not be able to talk with him about it, but you can talk with him. You can be there for him however he needs. Because you have that glimpse into how bad it gets to help you make sure it doesn't get that bad here. It also means he can't help you process it, though. That's where you can turn to people you know from home from the future or new friends (hi i'm New Friends) or by yourself. That last one is the hardest. The thing is, as hard as that is, you're not helpless. There's so fucking much you can do, if you dare to.
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Anyone. I'll remember that the next time I learn someone needs a place to crash. Harrow's very particular about her space, so I can't be as generous. So glad you're right next door so generous and kind and welcoming.
You don't have to be succinct, buddy. You could go on and on and on. I won't reveal a peep to him because I'm not a snitch.
That sounds rough. It sucks when you know things people don't. Not the same situation, but Harrow spent the first six months in Folkmore thinking it was fake, all in her head, that I was just in her head. Do you know how hard it is to convince someone you're real when they think you're fake? Thought she'd made a bubble universe. A friend of ours has done that before, so like that shit is real where we come from. It was such a weird nightmare that heavily weighed on everything we did. You can't exactly tell a girl you love her and kiss her when she thinks you're a figment of her imagination. Even if she went "Yes I love you too lets make out in bikinis," you couldn't just do that. Because she doesn't think it's really you. She thinks it's a fantasy of her own making.
There's a lot of shit back home. You might not be able to talk with him about it, but you can talk with him. You can be there for him however he needs. Because you have that glimpse into how bad it gets to help you make sure it doesn't get that bad here. It also means he can't help you process it, though. That's where you can turn to people you know from home from the future or new friends (hi i'm New Friends) or by yourself. That last one is the hardest. The thing is, as hard as that is, you're not helpless. There's so fucking much you can do, if you dare to.