Letter 31


I know I said I wanted to be better about telling others how I feel but I’m not great at it. We were on the road again today and I don’t even recall exactly what we were talking about but I told Flee I loved her. Like just blurted it and ran away. She’s like the sister I never knew I could have. I feel protective of her and I hurt when she hurts and I’m happy when she’s happy and then I just said it in front of everyone and I’m sure they think I’m even more weird now. 

I talked to a very nice plant today. Not as pleasant as the tree outside your house but still very friendly and helpful. Shadow was less trusting of it. I wonder if he just naturally distrusts everything and everyone. Maybe it’s because sometimes he doesn’t know what is real and what isn’t. I hope the journal helps.