I wish I just had someone to talk to.
Someone to tell.
Someone who would listen.
Listen to my demons, and help me.
Oh dear God, help me.

It's fine for you to dump it all on me, I won't mind.

And I'm not just saying this because I have to.

Because I don't right? If I didn't give a crap, I'd never tell you to dump everything on me.

At least dump half of your burden?

Sometimes I won't be able to help, and I hope that's alright.

But I'll try.

I promise I'll try.

And this isn't a promise like in the books, I'm being serious about this.