scrappy;

I mean, sometimes it’s nice to hear about meds from people who actually have used them versus a psychiatrist who’s just trying to drug you up, but whatever. 

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Then that’s what we’ll do! I think I still have some mint chocolate chip that hasn’t been found yet - lucky me! 

Alright, my girl. Talk to me. 

I know, your eyes give it away. Still hung up on that guy you ran away with?

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Really? Oh Ree, you’re the best! You’re going to have so much fun. I’ve been working so hard on my stage presence and everything. You have to be honest with me okay? Brutally honest! 

Yeah…join the club. Zoloft and Prozac work for shit. I’m on Celexa now and it helps me a lot with mine. 

I don’t really want to talk to you about it. 

Oh, honey. There’s no type. Life just simply knocks you down one too many times sometimes. Why don’t you come into my office and we’ll eat some ice-cream and talk for a little while? Or would you rather I call Dr. Kole for a session this week? 

Doing ice cream in your office sounds right up my alley. 

Depression makes for good albums, you know. Aha, I’m half-joking. What’s going on? 

Tell that to the empty journals sitting around my room. 

You just need to come to one of my shows and you’ll be cured. Not really, but, you should just come anyways. Or you should talk to my therapist. Lindsey’s heard alllll of my issues and she’s helped with at least like five so far, so, that’s decent. 

You are very sweet, Dyl. 

I’m glad you’re home and safe.

Are you hungry? I can make you a snack.

Me too. 

Oh, Ree. I was worried sick. You wouldn’t imagine the scenarios that went around in my brain. I’m not going to lecture you. I think your decision to leave and not let anyone know was childish, but it served a purpose for you and for that I can’t be mad. You’re an adult. You need to look deep inside yourself, find that big, beautiful heart of yours and see who it beats for. Well, first and foremost it beats for you, but you’re capable of wonderful, wild love, honey. You don’t have to rush it. You just have to find the answer within yourself. I can’t tell you what to do or who to love. I just know you don’t need to settle.

...God, I feel sick. 

Why should I? I was worried sick about you, Ree. Sick. I didn’t eat or sleep for days. You could’ve picked up. Had the decency to let me know where you were…who you’d chosen. Maybe I should’ve been loving you better, more openly, and that’s on me, but damn it, you just could’ve picked up the phone. Maybe hearing my voice or Ma’s voice or anyone’s voice could’ve brought you back sooner when it was still fixable. I don’t think it’s fixable anymore.

Yeah. You’re right... You could have treated me better. And I agree, I don’t think this is fixable anymore. 

…Thank you for telling me. I’ll…uh…I’ll see you around then.

Please, Mollie, don’t go. Stay here with him. 

Well, I would really like to know. Why don’t you start, and I’ll try to keep any feedback to myself? 

Um, so. One night, I got a text. From Jesse. He told me to meet him outside. So I did. He was leaving, and he wanted me to come with him. I told him I couldn’t, but we... we fooled around on the porch and then I felt too guilty to stay, so I went after him. We found a loft in Portland, we both worked at a coffee shop, we tried living the life we had dreamed of together, but it... it didn’t work out. 

Did you find whatever you were looking for?