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That’s great, but some people, namely your sister, just can’t. No matter how many people they have to talk to. 

I-I didn't mean talking...

There’s a pretty big difference between keeping yourself together and just bottling everything up.

Well trust me, I try to get rid of as much of it as I can...

She manages to keep herself together better than I can.

If you want to talk about worth than you should go see Em. It's more her area of expertize.

There’s everything to be.

Trust me, there isn't. You don't want to be like me.

It’s my fault that you hate yourself? Mine? Of all people? Look, I may bitch and whine, but I’d kill to be you. I would. I always would have, and I always will. To be able to— to sit around and read effortlessly, and to not have to worry about your country being passed onto some incompetent shit if your brother suddenly decides he doesn’t want the throne, and, God, to be respected for once, too? I can’t even imagine what that feels like. For fuck’s sake, I’m useless. I’ve known that since I was a kid. I sure as hell don’t flaunt it, but I have.

Well, what do you want me to do, Marley? I’m not avidly trying to be a prick. For Christ’s sake, I’m not. Especially not to you. I’ve known you since we were kids. Jesus. And obviously that doesn’t make it okay, but I’m trying, all right?

Sorry. But when someone admits to purposely being an ass to you and makes you hate yourself even more than you already do, it's not all that easy to just get over it.

You aren’t all too familiar with the phrase “life goes on,” are you?

I just really miss my dad, and I hate it. I hate not being able to just go and talk to him about everything that’s bothering me like I used to. I hate not having him there to hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay, and I hate that I hate this place. I love everyone here — but being here reminds me that I’m going to have to be king one day, because my dad wants me to,  but I don’t think I can. 

Fuck.

I keep meaning to call him, but I know the second I do I’m going to start begging him to let me come home. I know how much he wants me to stay, I’m just not sure how much more of this I can handle. 

Okay. I'm here. Clearly there's something bigger going on. Do you want to talk about it? I mean, I'm not going to force you to or anything, but if you need to vent I'm willing to listen.

I miss my dad. And home in general..