I'm working with mom to find some places near where we're going to live that offer therapy sessions. In return, I'd ask that while I'm going we can hang out and do things like we used to (when you're feeling up to it, of course!). This has been killing me since late May, when I made those comments. You both mean enough to me to do this. Making you worry about my safety and well-being when you don't have to is profoundly stupid (And I know it's in your nature to do so anyways, especially since there are no better friends than us). Having you be afraid of me is something I really don't want. There are times when it's effective to be scary, particularly when someone that matters to you is being threatened. Being scary all the goddamn time is just weird. I would also ask that you believe me when I tell you that I don't actively know/realize it when I'm being "manipulative". Really, the first time I had even pondered that I was being manipulative was when Kitty mentioned it in the car. I mean, I can see it when I look back on it, but if you could just tell me to my face when it happens, I'm not going to explode. It'll help me learn when to hold off on the exaggerations.

In other news, when we're moving out mom and I are spending the 5-day interrim (between us moving out and me moving into the new place) at Mystic Lake. That'll be good, because I can earn some grocery dollars at poker.

And to further clarify things, I'm not gay. I would let you know if I was. Although the interaction between males does fascinate me at times...