The text I wanted to send: Totally fucking sure. No kate I'm really hurting tonight but I'll be fine and get through it alone. I've gotten used to it by now anyway. The text I sent: Sure. The test I wanted to send: Yeah well that doesn't exactly mean much to me, I'm going to go wash and bandage some cuts. The text I sent: wow kate you noticed. The text I wanted to send: Yes please stay up with me I need your support I'm only going to end up pouring rubbling alcohol on my cuts if you don't The text I sent: No you really need to go to sleep. But you stayed up for me. Made sure I was safe, loved, happy. Thank you. With time those scars will heal and so when the fuck did I get so sappy? Ok yeah thanks Kate for not letting me be a victim to my own mind. I just almost ran into a poll so I'm going to go.... bye mothafuckers.
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