From Dylan:
i think i may have depression
To Dylan:
what makes you think that?
From Dylan:
i took a test thing and scored very high on the rumination subscale
To Dylan:
tests aren’t always accurate though
From Dylan:
that’s why i want to ask my mom to take me to the doctor and see. but if i do then i’ll have to see a counselor and i don’t want to tell a stranger about my problems even if they’re there to help.
From Dylan:
it’s hard enough to talk with you and we’ve already established that i may love love you.
To Dylan:
you don’t have to feel obligated to tell me
From Dylan:
i don’t!!! i WANT to tell you i’m just saying that it’s hard to talk about. it’s like, sometimes i just need to be alone, even if that’s my greatest fear
To Dylan:
i didn’t know that you were afraid of being alone
From Dylan:
have been since that time in fourth grade when i got lost in the mall and couldn’t find my dad for an hour and a half. i just don’t like to talk about it
To Dylan:
i didn’t know that… i wouldn’t have laughed at you or anything if that’s what you were afraid of
From Dylan:
was more afraid that you’d think i was clingy, but it turns out that you’re the clingier one
To Dylan:
you’re lucky i love you :b
From Dylan:
i know
To Dylan:
and i’m just as lucky that you love me.
From Dylan:
sure