Partially. I also learned my angel investor was my step-mom who I hadn't seen in years because she went into hiding with my sister. I thought... for years that she'd forgotten me or, didn't care. I thought that nobody cared. Honestly. People are paid to care. Or, they want something from you. But, she cared.

( Dark again. Fuck. )

I promise, this is just introspection I never take the time to think through and you're not a drug. I mean - there's a cheesy line in there somewhere about you being a drug, but not in that way, and even though I'm suave enough to come up with it, I'm going to save it, because we just met and you deserve to be liked for you and not how good you make someone feel. ( And he means from power and not from power. ) I know we started this because I offered to trade, but, do you mind if I stay myself tonight? I like him and I don't want you to forget it's me. Even for ten minutes.