It's been a long time, sue me. I talked to X, it went well. He told me about his childhood and how he remembers colors of things more then anything else. It was fun to hear him talk about something so mundane yet it brought him Happiness. We also talked about some of my childhood, he told me how they use to use old shirts for diapers and how hard it was to potty train me. I'm guessing because they beat it in me but I kinda forced myself to forget that, and he doesn't like talking about it. When he does I know he feels guilty. All he says is 'I'm so sorry' I want to bash head in, I don't know what happened but I've felt more shitty then usual. Just sad, all the time. Which it's weird because normally I Feel nothing, a wave of neural. I don't like telling people I'm said because that noise of pity they make when they hear it. I don't want pity, I want help. Oh well. I've made it through worse, but I don't think I was ever depressed then. I dint think those things made me sad until I learned I could have better. Like as if you're eating brand cereal then you find out lucky charms are a thing. Okay maybe not just like that but hopefully
You'll understand. Who wants brand cereal? Today my brother is taking me shopping, I've discovered I like those jumper sweaters a lot so he promised he'd get me some, as long as I wear one from his school. That's all, -A
