Flo caught a cold yesterday. He had a fever by the time I was getting ready to go. Weirdly enough, it was pretty funny. He is the craziest person when he's sick. He started changing the lyrics of children's songs and sang about me and his sister, then about sharks being eaten up by pandas. So much for the overall sanity of my surroundings.
As you see this is a fairly normal post for once. I feel okay for now so I might as well pull myself together and write in full and coherent sentences.
Actually all I wanted to say is that I'm so lucky to have found Flo. He accepts me, he doesn't shy away when he sees that there's something wrong with me, he endured it when I had an anger outbreak and held me until I stopped trying to beat the crap out of him, he stays by my side no matter how fucked up I am. He isn't afraid to stay. He doesn't care that I am far from perfect. He's just there for me, like an island of stability in my life, because God only knows how warped everything else is.
I've decided that the next time something happens, I'm going to seek medical help. Not just because I have to swallow my pride and finally admit that I can't do this alone, but for the sake of the people around me. It's a burden for them, too.
/P.
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