i just emailed everyone i had hot dates with over this coming weekend and cancelled: i'm going home. my dearest in terrace is not on a positive path and i feel so compelled to go home and save her, so that's what i'm going to do: well, the going home part. i don't intend to save her, i just hope it's a byproduct of LOVING her with all my heart and bringing her back with me, if possible. it's hard knowing how to create a workable language, a compassionate and understanding language when you're trying to talk about someone with "mental illness" (note: i dont even belive in fucking menal illness) and how do i even begin to imagine that first conversation with this lovely being? i haven't spoken to her in so long i wouldn't even know where to start. the positive thing is that i don't feel responsible or guilty for her relapse-like behaviour, but rather i feel inspired and energized to help her heal and just to be near her and hold her and to cry together and sew togther and make veggie dogs and yam fries and yam friends and just be together again. be together.
on a lighter note, the other good things about going back to terrace are watching oprah with my mom, thrift shopping, buying stewart some chucks at urban colour, and CRAFT SUPPLIESSSSSSSSS!@!!!!LKJDLKSJFLSJF!@@#ERJEWQORUJ yay craft supplies! woooooTTTTT!!!
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