"You sound like my mom's therapist alter," she answered, because it really was a little bit like Shoshana telling her that she hid behind her anger. Reaching up, she drew one hand through her hair, trying to work through the tangled curls as she tried to decide on an answer. For the most part, people didn't care how her mom being sick affected her or Marshall. And when they did, they tried to show it in some weird, fucked up way, like her grandparents.
"It bugs me because I'm stoned on the wrong kind of drugs," she said finally, which was mostly the truth. The DID was just part of her family. It didn't matter, but she did want to know that things were okay back home. "You mean it wouldn't bug you? Ever?"
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Date: 2011-08-31 07:59 pm (UTC)"It bugs me because I'm stoned on the wrong kind of drugs," she said finally, which was mostly the truth. The DID was just part of her family. It didn't matter, but she did want to know that things were okay back home. "You mean it wouldn't bug you? Ever?"