"I'll have the clam chowder soup please."
"I'll have the lobster."
"okay. be right back."
"Hahahaha! That guy looked like he hated his job so much!"
"Haha yea."
"So..."
"What caused your voices??"
"..."
"Sorry, that was abrupt."
"It's fine."
"Do you mind telling me?"
"I don't know. I've never talked to anybody about it, ever. Well, there was nobody to talk to haha."
"I'm sorry about that."
"Eh."
"I'm here whenever you need me."
"How much did I tell you?"
"I want you to tell me sober. I don't care what you said while you were drunk. I want to hear you say it to me when you are comfortable."
"Okay."
"Your food..."
"Thanks"
"My dad left me when I was little, he hasn't ever contacted me or talked to me. Recently he did and wanted to meet up with him. He made me feel like I wasn't good enough for him. I couldn't do anything right. Was I not a pretty baby? Was I just a let down? A mistake? My mind likes to take control. Convince me of terrible things, and my mom is now convinced she's in love with this Texas dude. He wants us to move. That doesn't help."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's fine."
"You don't deserve a messed up mind."
"I do if it's given to me."
