[ SECRET POST #2088 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2088 ⌋

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Comments

Re: Help please? I don't even know what to call this.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god. The pity thing. I can't share anything about my childhood either without people giving me this D: face. Sometimes I want to talk about my family and friends from back then just to contribute something, and because I like talking about them now. People's reactions when they realise the people I'm talking about are all dead just sometimes throws me.
I have those happy memories or I can share bad ones involving living people. The choice seems natural to me.

I'm open to good things happening, too. They do sometimes, and it's nice to be surprised. I just don't want to wait for them.

I am pretty bad at the normal side of relationships. I really do try, but it just doesn't come as easily to me to figure out what people want rather than what they need.