#just speech

[btwhopesandfears]

i have something to say. like hum, can i make a depression? It seems like i'm not as sad as some people but i feel very bad and i just want to cry every single minutes of the day. I'm not the kind of girl to speak of that but i can't anymore. I have to speak. I don't know who i can ask to help me. I don't know what happen to me. I'm not making some bad things to me, maybe i'm not desperate but i don't know it's so weird this feeling. I feel like i'm a bad person, i should be happy my life is pretty, i love my family and my friends. But, i'm like why did i deserve this? I'm so shy, not good enough, just why? There is lots of other thing. Like my uncle. I just can't trust he is dead. My cousins are so bad and they make me guilty, always 5 months later.. My text is maybe ridiculous but i just can't get over this. I'm so bad.....

[thiswouldbeagoodname]

Just a short

"Dance?"

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no. Oh come one, don't pull that face. You know I hate that face, it makes me want to do ... things."

"Things? Whilst I am flattered, I've never been much of an exhibitionist. Also, this is my aunts wedding, I doubt she'd be too pleased to see her niece doing the proverbial in the middle of her reception."

"I didn't mean that, you idiot. I meant, oh I don't know, it makes me want to take you home and wrap you up in blankets, or bake you a carrot cake, or watch The Princess Bride with you for the gazillionth time because you love it or... whatever. Anyway, I'm not dancing."

"I'll dance by myself."

"What."

"I will. And it'll be like last year's Halloween party, although without monk outfit. I'll make Ricky Gervais look like a member of the royal ballet. Don't think I wont."

"I hate you."

"I love you too, now come on."

"..."

"What?"

"You WHAT?"

"Umm... I'm terribly fond of you..?"

"I love you too, you daft git, now let's dance."