I’m sorry, this journal entry is a lot more scattered than usual. I have a sense of urgency where I feel like I can’t refine this much as I generally do. This blog will probably be all over the place.
Anyway, the point is, Xhaxhollari wrote: “I was the one who typed.”
did
Even more infuriating, March put his two cents in without knowing the situation, putting his hypothetical psychology degree to the test. “His alters don’t love you, Xanthe.” He said, in a way that made me vaguely feel as though I were being condescended to by a breathy 900 number.
I’m sorry I thought you were cowering from April and were happy to be her fucking servant. You were just surviving. I was too.
Living Fiction 