On Tuesday my creative writing professor, who's awesome and whom I've talked to in his office before, told me he wanted to speak with me on Thursday. Aaaand so today I went to his office and he said my latest story was extremely dark, and then he asked me if I was okay, and
yeah, I cried in my professor's office today. >_< I tried to tell him I was fine but he didn't even believe me and told me his heartbreaking tragic story and told me to go seek help because it saved his life. And it was like he just found that little, weak, terrified piece of me and pushed on it until it broke and I was left sitting there crying while he told me I owed it to myself to be more than 'fine'.

And I was trying to devise some way to let him know how bloody MUCH I appreciated having someone look past all of those disguises we put up around ourselves, when I realized that the most logical way to thank him was to actually heed his advice. So I'm going to.

-DB