roc_on | one death: tragedy / a million a statistic / incommensurate

one death: tragedy / a million a statistic / incommensurate

Beila gives Dao space. He is extremely right that she's not the best person to be sad about his dead serial killer friend with and that seems to be his principal occupation, so - space.

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"...I dunno. I feel like we don't have to know for sure that we're going to be great for each other five years from now to decide not to break up immediately, but... maybe you don't feel like that."

"I mean, there's... degrees of sure."

"As degrees of unsure go, I think 'not having my life figured out yet because I'm only eighteen' is a pretty okay one..."

"You're probably right."

"Like, if you meet a guy tomorrow who already has his life figured out and is, I don't know, trying to reinvent the lost art of spiritbending, maybe break up with me and ask him out, but... I think I'm better than nothing? And I think I'm okay with being just 'better than nothing' and not 'literally perfect'."

"Wow, that would... that would fuck me up real bad but I guess we've established we are very different people."

"It would fuck me up real bad to think of it as my personal job to make every single person in the world happy, so, yeah. I'm, like... I sure don't think I'm perfect, so it would be weird to expect somebody else to? I don't, actually, have my life figured out, and I'm probably not going to reinvent the lost art of spiritbending, but I've got time to figure out what I am going to do."