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[catseyenebula.insanejournal.com]

Riri. Help. I'm already running dry and I'm begging for the shit your brother sends. This is my desperation. Spiced rum is gross but it'll do it's job. My family isn't going to bother with coming to visit. Too dangerous. Neither of them are magical and sort of already have plans. Lucky shits.

I wonder if any of my old school friends have ended up being mail order brides. Is that a weird thought?

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Reeya

[catseyenebula.insanejournal.com]

Don't know, haven't feel okay in a long time. Also boys are literally the worst.

Reeya

[reehobbs.insanejournal.com]

Ok. That's admittedly not good. Do you know how long?

Yeah, sometimes they literally are. What'd he do to you, and do you want me to draw unflattering cartoons about him?

Reeya

[catseyenebula.insanejournal.com]

About five years. No, he has things he has to deal with on his own. Just tempest of shit in our lives without having anything to do with the two of us.

Re: Reeya

[reehobbs.insanejournal.com]

Oh wow. Baby. That's not ok. You shouldn't feel not ok for that long. It's not fair to you. We've got to do something about it.

Reeya

[catseyenebula.insanejournal.com]

Nothing to be done. Have doctors and nothing helps. Just drink and make it feel less fucking terrible.

Reeya

[reehobbs.insanejournal.com]

Nope. Not accepting that. Maybe your doctors just suck.

Reeya

[catseyenebula.insanejournal.com]

I don't want to go to another one. I can't even tell any of them anything.

Reeya

[reehobbs.insanejournal.com]

Why not?

Reeya

[catseyenebula.insanejournal.com]

Loose lips sink ships.

Re: Reeya

[reehobbs.insanejournal.com]

Aren't doctors, like, sworn to secrecy?

Reeya

[catseyenebula.insanejournal.com]

Even then, I don't want to risk anything.