I'm starting to wonder if Elise's and my relationship is really that healthy. We seem to have sex really often. Like, a lot. If either of us are depressed or frustrated or even happy, we have sex. Earlier today, she came home at 7:00 in the morning, and before I even had time to mention my nightmare, our clothes were on the floor and we were in bed. I mean, I know we're both generally distraught from the fact that I almost turned into a Camper a few days ago, but still. It's a bit ridiculous.
Sol and Sylvia have been snickering about it, but they disappear every day to god knows where either way, so it doesn't much matter what they think about the matter. Cat seems to be the only one who understands me. I mean, don't get me wrong, Tyrone and Mack are nice guys, and Darren and Burnlove are nice, if not a little batshit insane. Turnip sometimes makes me what to bury my knife in the back of his neck just to stop his cockiness, but other than that little problem, he's nice enough. Although, Proxy seems to understand me pretty well. I mean, he's 28, so he's been through all this adolesence, and he seems to have taken on the role of emotional mentor.
I apologize if you all don't find this post interesting or long enough. Nothing's happening and I just felt like I needed to get that off my chest.
~Thompson out.
We've got someone like Proxy... Or rather my group does... He calls himself Braeburn... He's a nice guy. Not quite the same history as Proxy, but more of a therapist. He's nice.
ReplyDeleteAlso, that's a perfectly normal relationship for a teen couple like you two. What isn't normal is what those Blood vessels do. Yeesh...
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