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((Can someone please help me?
Please. Anyone. I really need someone to talk to that’s realistic, that won’t just tell me to chin up because “things get better,” because that’s a load of bullshit. I really, really need somebody, anybody, someone that will tell me why the tell any of this shit is worth it. I’m in a hell of a lot of pain right now, and I want it all to stop, by any means necessary. If no one will stop it for me, I’ll stop it myself, so please, someone just give me a reason not to. I’m begging for help, please. I mean it.))
(( I thought I was ready to come back, and it turns out I’m really not ready to come back at all. I’m really sorry. Horribly sorry. I feel terrible because I owe so many replies, but I just can’t bring myself to get to them. :( If any of you would like to talk OOC, I do have Skype, and I’d be willing to give you my username. I’m really sorry.))
“Oi, I do need those, you know.”
“What’s that?” Ah. Well, this isn’t awkward whatsoever. The Doctor tried to think of a way to explain it without it sounding pretty terrible. It wasn’t as though he fancied Clara - he didn’t want to run out and marry her or anything. He liked her, yes, the same way he liked all of his companions. It didn’t mean anything.
“Who said anything about a Snog Box?”
(( Might be ready to come back to this account soon. I’ll work through my drafts for now and then I’ll see about working on starters for new people. Thank you all for supporting me the way you have. I love all of you so much. ))
((… I have 150 followers.
I have 150— I—
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“Ah.” The Doctor had been many, many odd places. It was what he lived for, after all. He’d also seen a very many strange things, and very many strange people. He thrived off of the thrill of the new and the unknown, even if it meant little things. However, when he’d turned on the screen in his TARDIS, he hadn’t expected to see this.
“Hullo. This is rather unexpected. I’m the Doctor. What’s going on, exactly?”