This is us. Us is me. Wei are me. I am hei. Hei is me.
Kapesh?
This page isn't for people who aren't familar with the concept of daemons.
You can stay, but don't be judgemental.
Anyway. It's been.. five days, I beleive, since our Cieday. Seems like it's been so much longer, you know? Wei've known each other forever, just.. I haven't been aware of it. Which brings me to the question, one I may bring up to a knowlageable long-time daemian.. if your daemon only knows as much as you know.. then how could your daemon possibly know you when you did not know him/her? You wouldn't know that each other existed.. you see? It's quite confusing.
Anyway.. something to think about later. For now I'm just posting a conversation we had in Study Hall. It's rather short-- but any conversation is good, since we hardly talk. It seems like we are more and more.. but this is probably the longest conversation I'm aware of so far. Well, at least, the longest I've written down.
At the time he was a raccoon.
Black = me
Gray = Boo
Italics = Side notes/Things going on.
Hey, Boo. (I then started to repeat this in my mind, I don't know why, I was just trying to concentrate.)
Stop that repeated rambling it's annoying.
That's pretty horrible, huh? (Reffering to something my teacher had said about this guy killing twenty people this morning)
Yeah, but, I mean, it happens.
Still sucks.
Life sucks.
Pessimistic today, aren't we?
Wei is more like it. *Eye roll* (I was in a bad mood today, trying to be cheerful around him just doesn't seem to pass. ^^; )
Silly Boo-boo.
Don't call me that. *Playful yet slightly irritated growl*
What is it about raccoons you like?
That you like them. *Wink*
Well it helps me get used to them, at least, a bit. I really hope wei get to rehab a baby this summer..
True.. that would be quite fun, huh? =)
That's why I'm doing it.
And to help.
Mmhm. And to help. (A while later, reffering to speaking to him on paper in general) Hey, what's the point of this?
You're the one writing it.. you tell me.
Well.. I don't know if I'm doing it right.
Then nor do I.
Well duh. Hey, what's your favorite color?
Pink.
You're a guy, though, Boo.
I know that dumbass. *Grin*
I like purple.
I know.
You know everything.
Only if you know everything.
You're frustrating. Hah. (Long Pause) Anyway, what do you know about John? (My bf)
He isn't right for you.
Well..
You're right for him.
I don't know that I agree with that.
You agree. You just think it's more complicated.
I don't know. I like him.
But.. do you like that you like him?
Well, that's the problem.
Why don't you, then?
I don't think he's trustworthy.
That's a start..
But people can become trustworthy.
Who do you know who's ever done that?
Change? Alot.
Liar.
Fine. One.
Who?
Me. Well, us, really. Wei.
Should I give him a chance, though? Doesn't he deserve that much?
Yeah. But with sideeffects.
Like?
Get all your facts straight about his past. Miss Goth and Miss Eyebrows and Crazy Hair. Don't forget Wolfeh. Or Kit. And the big question. You know what I mean. You know "him" but you don't know the real him. His past is important.
What if he won't open up?
Give him time. But eaither way you deserve to know.
Next month then? When he can text so it's easier on both of us?
Yes.
Call tonight?
For a little while. Keep it small talk.
Good idea. You're the best.
Of course wei are, doll.
