She stopped, looking concerned.
". . . Are- are you okay?"
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Shoe gave the retreating bird-person-thing an angry look.
Uh . . . you were saying? he asked the other one whose name I don't remember.
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*squeeze*
thanks
and on that note
yayyyyyy my mom's home . . .
*sob*
she hasn't even done anything yet i'm just so depressed and anxious
nothing's getting better
everything's getting harder
everything hurts
i'm exhausted
I don't want to do this anymore
the second she got home we were locked down again
she's leaving in a month on a three-day trip
can't wait until then
hugs would be nice . . .
love you all