To Dylan

sixty-six

From Dylan:

so i talked to my mom about it

To Dylan:

and?

From Dylan:

i have to at least try it and if i don’t like it we’ll talk about it again

To Dylan:

i think that’s the best way to go, honestly

From Dylan:

i know you do belle

From Dylan:

belle pepper

To Dylan:

dyl pickle

From Dylan:

did you know that we’re losers?

To Dylan:

only for each other

From Dylan:

CHEESY.

From Dylan:

love you though

From Dylan:

also, you should totally pretend to be a counselor or something to prepare me

To Dylan:

of course

To Dylan:

So, Dylan, can you tell me around the time that your depression started?

From Dylan:

oh look at you bringing out the correct punctuation, how professional.

From Dylan:

ummm, i don’t know. i want to say around the time that my parents announced their divorce, but that might just be the time that I REALIZED it, so

From Dylan:

i changed my mind this is not fun

To Dylan:

you’re going to have to talk about it eventually, and it won’t be to people that you’re comfortable with

From Dylan:

i know i just thought preparing myself would help but it isn’t and i don’t want to talk about it right now

To Dylan:

okay, okay, we don’t have to. it’s okay.

From Dylan:

thank you. and if i convinced my mom to lend me the car tomorrow and drove over, would you still like to go jogging with me?

To Dylan:

ah, unwarranted exercise. you sure know how to turn a girl on, babe.

From Dylan:

we can make out after

To Dylan:

now we’re talking