(Exactly.)

"And yet, you still think it's a good idea to use it..."

(-__-)

"Didn't end that badly."

(VIII? Just VIII?)

"Other than the fatal disease, no, not at all."

(Yeah....)

"I'm trying to be positive. Don't ruin it."

(....What's up?)

"I will if I like. I don't regret it, not really, but it was still a terrible decision."

(Just unwinding. It was a bad week.)

"Horrible."

(Vent?)

"And I could really do without that part...."

(Everyone I have to put up with is an ass, my classes are all so boring I want to shoot myself in the face, my mom is bitchy and annoying about food choices and her boyfriend, and I tried to cut up my wrists but only made them red.)

"I could too." Atticus sighed.

(People suck, eventually you'll be mean and cynical and ignore them like me, it's only boring if you don't goof off.... got nothin' for your mom, and stop.)

"Nothing to do about it, I just... I'd rather it hadn't happened."

(Speed Advice, impressive.)

"You and me both."

(I's good with it sometimes. Even got in trouble for it once.... apparently teachers don't like when you make them look like idiots while swearing....)

Marisol smiled weakly.

"I shouldn't have drank so much. It was my fault."

(XD Ownage.)

Atticus shook his head.

"It was mine."

(^.^)

"Yeah, but I'm trying to be nice." She kissed him on the cheek.

(Unfortunately, though, I finally get how annoying it is to cover stuff up. Not my arms, my legs -.-')

"And I appreciate it." Atticus smiled.

(Honestly one of the reasons I haven't cut in as long as I have is because it's so annoying, hell the last few times weren't even on my arms.)

(It's odd how hard it is to find a spot on your body that no one will see, isn't it?)

"Good, it's getting more difficult."

(Very, and none of them are quite as satisfying.)

"Well, for what it's worth, I love it."

(Especially because when I want to cut, I'm usually totally off my rocker, and angry or ashamed, so I don't usually think about where I do it.)

"It's worth a lot."

(Ah the advantages of masochism to the point of sometimes just wanting to cut for the hell of it, or just plain wanting to destroy myself.... a clear mind.)

"Good." Atticus smiled.

(Lucky you? You're the last person you should be trying to destory.)

"We would've had to live with it no matter what."

(Yeah.....)

"But then it would've been just me."

(Siriusly. The world is worse off when someone like you dies.)

"And me, worrying about you."

(Oh no, it's nothing like that. Sometimes, in my most deprived, psychotic state, I just feeling like tearing myself apart, but not necessarily killing myself. The thought of covering myself in the deepest cuts I can manage just seems appealing at that point, but it's a rare thought.)

"Better than both of us."

(I can understand why that thought'd be appealing, I just thought I'd put it out there. I've already had one person hang themselves on me, I'd rather it didn't happen again.)

"I wouldn't mind having it so much if I didn't know you'd be dying from it, too. I mean, I could die from a lot of things, soon..."

(.....Now I feel guilty.)

"And I could too. In the end I have to live with my decisions and you're just an innocent victim."

(Stay alive, and guilt is unnessicary. I'm still screwed up about this guy, and it was a year ago.)

"Come on... the last thing I am is innocent."

Though, if you hadn't pushed the issue, I would've just passed out.

(No, it really is.... and is it just me or is it funny we went from your week to me?)

"In this context you are."

(I think it's just you....)

"Maybe a little..."

(Probably.)

"Completely."

(I don't get the funny...)

"Okay, so I was, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little resentful...."

(I meant it's weird.)

"See? All my fault." Atticus smiled weakly.

"Don't beat yourself up over it."

(Oh XD No, conversational flow, it's how it works.)

"I wasn't."

(I know but sometimes I just look at it and think it's weird XD)

"Good...."

(^_^)

"I'm not mad at you."

(^__^)

"Good." Atticus smiled.

"I was actually worried about that."

"I was." Marisol admitted.

"But it passed."

Atticus smiled, "I'd really hate for you to be mad."

(So UWE feels better now?)

"I'm not mad anymore... I was scared for a while, but...."

(Yesh :) )

"But?"

(Then all is well in Seifer's world ^.^ Except being tired...)

"But I'm not angry anymore. Still scared. Not angry."

"Oh.... if you wanna talk about it let me know, it might help."

"What would you possibly say that would make wasting away at a relatively young age better?"

"I.... I don't know."

"Exactly." Marisol smiled.

"Don't worry about it. I suffer in silence."

"Don't worry, of course." Atticus stood up.

"Well, yeah..."

"It's hard not to. I'll be in the room."

"Are you okay?"

"Just tired." Atticus smiled.

"..... Now you're bullshitting me."

"I'm fine. I can't lay down without something being wrong?"

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