swallow.

[aravelle]

 You know, I'd love the safety of carrying a pocketknife on me, but I don't trust myself with one. I really don't.

I remember the one time I said this, a boy joked "Why? Cuz you're worried about killing idiots?"

And all I could do was sit there silently and try not to cry. 

It has nothing to do with killing idiots. It has to do with killing me.

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[aravelle]

*graciously accepts hugs*

It is.. part of why this is so "UGH" for me is because I probably have Seasonal Affective Disorder [it always hits around fall], and this is the 6th [maybe 7th?] year in a row. I thought I was better and done, but now I'm not so sure. :/