It didn't feel very much like a clean slate having a stranger rattle off some very personal details about my life. I haven't told anyone some of those things. She knew about the clown. How settled was I? Not-me?
( You told me things and I don't hate you gets typed out, but he can't really send that, can he? not after what happened, not when eddie's still not ready to talk about that. )
Sounds a lot like me for a parallel universe version.
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How often does that happen? I'm 0 for 0.
Not-you was still you.
We fought all the time and you practically lived with me.
You hated it here and you didn't hate it here.
So normal?
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Sounds a lot like me for a parallel universe version.
Anyway that's good to know. Thanks.
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Mine is already pretty messed up, with the clown and Derry, and now this place.
Sucks to think there might be other versions of us out there suffering how we did. I chalked it up to being a cosmic joke.