Trigger11 wrote:
Icarus_Falling wrote:
But, I confess... I often think you all are figments of my imagination too. (Especially RainSong).
I confess I hope this is not true...especially RainSong!
Ha, thanks. Indeed, I am not a figment of anyone's imagination.
Danielismyname wrote:
I thought RainSong was a dream, but in the end [of the beginning], I realized that she was reality.
I remember that. I confess the notion didn't give me too much trouble, as I've been far too detailed but detached to be a dream. It would have been cool though (in ways. You know what I mean, I'm sure). I was also pretty sure that you weren't a dream; my sub-conscious can't make anything remotely beautiful, and you're far more than that. Besides, I almost always know when I'm dreaming (I would say always, but my sub-conscious has thrown in a few lively ones (still nightmares, of course) to spite me).
Icarus_Falling wrote:
Danielismyname wrote:
I thought RainSong was a dream, but in the end [of the beginning], I realized that she was reality.
I confess, you're the only reason that I believe RainSong is almost certainly
not a figment of my imagination.
Because your imagination doesn't swing that way?

Icarus_Falling wrote:
I retract what I said before, which was more of a matter of jest to a friend than anthing else.
What else would it be?
I confess that I just finished eating dinner (9:07 PM here), and this is the first extended period of time I've been home since 7 AM this morning. I'm glad to be home.
I confess that despite everything, I'm still surprised when people behave... cruelly (an over-exaggeration this time, but I don't know what the right word is) for no apparent reason. I confess I feel completely and utterly like a lost and confused child for some time afterwards; I confess I don't like that feeling, but I don't seem to have the energy to be angry instead.
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