First thanksgiving I ever spend with a bf besides being alone or with family or friends when younger. Wasn't what I expected it to be. Not saying it wasn't great the food and company were awesome! But I couldn't help but think about the turkey days I had growing up good and bad. I'm drinking and on mdication for uti (I'm not suppposed to) but whatever. But what I'm trying to get at is the end of the night me billy n erica get into a conversation about life its purpose and decisions. (Of course I do nothing but listen) and I feel billy is bothered by it. And I don't blame him sometimes my thoughts and emotions don't make sense sometimes I don't want to think I don't want to feel. They re talking about purpose and idk mine still. I have a idea but what if I'm wrong. Even writing this I can't express my feelings. But as much as I can express my thoughts through writtten words I can lessly express through spoken speech. I wish I knew what to say every tim someone asked me a question. I wish I knew what people meant when they said it.
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