drunkenwatson said: I didn’t decide to be elsewhere. You took off while Grace and I were doing something and I needed to get outside. Not once did you ever ask me to put it back on for photos. I would have put it back on for a bit. I just couldn’t stay in it.
I saw you at the beginning of the day, where I gave you the onesie and waited for the Les Mis march. I turned around and you were gone. I literally stayed with the group, filming it, and suddenly you weren't there. Then I saw you again at the end and you weren't in it. I wasn't going to make you get back in it, because I had to leave after that and I know you get migraines.
Before you bitch about me and my suckiness with talking, I tried to take into consideration the fact that I'm awful at communicating when I'm angry. So I tried to get myself to calm down. Part of that method for me is complaining to other people, I know. Plus, I did actually tell you the problem at the end of the day, which is when it dawned on me what had happened.
You know I suck at this stuff, Harry. I don't get angry often because I have nothing to be angry about, but I didn't know how to tell you. I tried to be an adult over the course of yesterday and today. I tried to talk to you on Saturday, but, to be honest, I rarely got answers out of anyone, let alone you. It might've been because of the wind. Choosing a different costume for today was my way of moving on and, quite frankly, I didn't want to waste my time being pissed off about what happened yesterday.
I don't know how to do this.