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5:48 PM
I didn't go to therapy today. Neither did Davis. We sat in an abandoned parking lot for six hours and I learned plenty of things about him without having to utter a single syllable. He smelled like aftershave and a broken soul, and his fingers were almost as crooked as his nose, and most people would find the scars on his hands to be intimidating, but I thought they were beautiful because they were so honest. You could tell there was something rough about him, but I don't think he's a rough person, I think he has a rough life. I think he's afraid to let anyone into it, but I want to change that. I want to show him how wonderful he is.
We all have our own monsters. I'm sure mine are much worse than his.
