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I look in the mirror while we drive
away from Finneas and Aleksander.

This was obviously a stupid idea, I shouldn't have left Finn with him, the
only thing keeping me sane is knowing
I can view him in the meeting room.

I'm more than mad at my stupid
brother but I don't want to kill him
like Marceline does,
if she would just leave him alone then
we could be with each other again.

The worst part is that I see both sides,
but I see Marceline's more,
she trusted Aleksander and Finneas but
they tried to kill her, which is a perfectly
valid reason for her to be upset, but
Finn was so in love with Layla that he listened to everything she said to him.

Don't get me started on Hannah.

I can't just let my best friend kill my
little brother, I wish she'd understand
that but she has every reason to be
upset. I just want my best friend back.

I miss having someone to watch movies
with and laugh at my amazing jokes.

Now I don't have anyone to talk to,
every time I try to talk to Finneas he
gets upset  and calls it "lecturing him"

"You know, you said Marceline has been
all emotionless and cold toward you?"
He isn't really asking, he's just trying to
ease the tension in the car. I'm
too tired to make jokes or even laugh.

My head hurts from all the stress
I've been under,
the last time I saw Marceline was when
she told me that she plans on getting

"revenge"

even though she cried she didn't show
any emotion other than that.
For one second she let me see how exhausted she was, then she picked
the mask back up and left the diner.

I wish I never said any of those things
in the cabin, none of it was true, I just
wanted a break; I felt stupid because
I couldn't find any information.

Every time I came back to her with no
good news I could feel her
disappointment, and she's one of the
only people I care about.

Her opinion matters to me, maybe
more than anyone else's; and I didn't
want to be hurt by myself, so I made
her feel a fraction of my emotions.

It was selfish and I'm tortured
by my own words every single day.

"Aleksander has been the opposite,
I mean sometimes he'll just stare at
anything, he won't speak to you he'll
just get lost in his own little world."

I wish I could tell him how Marceline's
been but I don't really know.

"Oh really?" I say, trying to help him
build the conversation,
watching him struggle to talk to me
makes me feel like a shitty person.