Re: Matt/Pj
Oh lots of variations of the same thing, being told to mind my business, being kicked out of the treehouse. He told me he went to Nebraska, and then the next thing I knew he was sick and asking you to go get him instead of me, or both of us, and I thought he learned something awful about me and where I came from. Or was afraid of me. Or thought I was going to eat his face off. Or wasn't actually sick. Or was sick and no one elaborated so I didn't think I was allowed to ask. Because sometimes I forget that I'm allowed to ask around here. But if I danced around it, it wasn't answered straight anyway, so I just kept thinking the worst, because I keep thinking the worst about me so assumed everyone was thinking the worst about me. And I hate that because there's this part of me that thinks I'm pretty fucking great. And I want to feel THAT all the time. But the crappy thoughts sneak in. And then the next thing I know I've got a stranger noticing how bummed I am.
And I bet that went over really well with you, especially considering werewolf bites do tend to fester something fierce. He'll be on the mend now.