dear_mun | (no subject)

Why do you do it? I...I don't think that's something I can answer for you. Unless you're asking rhetorically. Then, I guess, no one can really answer it because you're just frustrated and not really asking.

I can tell you why I do it, but for as often as we get confused for each other, I don't think my reasons are really all that helpful. I'm doing it because it's cold and dark and quiet and lonely here I'm doing it because I'm tired of being alone and I'm tired of being scared. I'm tired of missing people that I've barely ever known.

I can't really help what I want to say and do, but I guess maybe you can. Help what I want to say and do, I mean. You always let me have my say, though, and I'm sorry that backfires on you because if it's backfiring on you, that means it's not so great for me, either.

I spent my whole life with no one but Dad to talk to and, even then, he wasn't very good for conversation. Or listening. Or parenting. Or anything but murdering people and lying. Either way, I guess...thanks. For listening. For not shutting me up when I want to talk. I'm not really afraid of losing my voice, anymore. I hope you aren't, either.