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Well, you were very smart to come to me when the emotions got to be too much to handle. I’m proud of you for doing that. Sometimes a person just can’t handle something alone, and you’re very strong for realizing when you needed to handle it on your own and when you needed to seek help. That’s quite the sign of maturity.

I don’t know much about your family situation at the moment, so I don’t know how much they care about you, though I’m guessing they care at least to some degree. Still, I know that’s not helpful. *chuckles* What I do want you to know though is that I care. A lot. And I bet a lot of my other snowflakes care. If I were to put up an alert for your blog right now, you’d get quite a few responses in your Ask box, especially since it’s not the slow time of the night right now. (And I’ll happily do that if you want me to. It’s not a bother.)

Whether you’re overreacting or not, I can’t say, but it doesn’t mean you don’t have a good reason to react to things. If you’re not happy, you’re not happy. Your soul is trying to tell you so. Can you tell me what you would want in your life if you could have anything you wanted? Pretend your boyfriend doesn’t exist. Pretend anyone who tries to tell you what you should or shouldn’t be doesn’t exist. Then see if you can figure out who you really want to be and what you really want to do.

If you can answer that question, then you know the direction that your soul actually wants you to go, and pulling away from that will always make you miserable. You need to follow where your soul is tugging you.

If you don’t know where that direction is yet, just keep up the drawing and journaling and thinking and whatever you’re doing to find yourself. You’ll get to know who you are eventually if you’re persistent.

*hugs* Take care of yourself, snowflake, and don’t ever hesitate to write to me if you need to talk to me. I’ll always respond. :)

I’m sorry you’re hurting, Mun. My Ask is always open, as your muse just made you realize. You’re more than welcome to talk to me about what’s going on, and I’ll listen. And I won’t publish anything publicly that’s too personal, okay?

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It wasn't often Burgess got new visitors, so with a smile on his face, Jackson turned to the newcomer, staff resting over his shoulder as a soft chuckle broke from his lips.