I just needed to restart. And my messages were glitching up. And there were too many stupid posts in my old one. The new one’s the same URL as the old one, just click! :3
counting-the-hours asked: Hey Molly, are you okay? Can we have lunch today? I wanted to see how you were yesterday, but I was so sick that I couldn't even talk. Meet later?
Come eat lunch with Ian and I in the science lab! :)
Anonymous asked: But you are considering it? Thank god.
Thank Irene. Thank Greg. Thank Harry. Thank John. Thank god? Mmmm, probably not? Haha. Sorry. Just feeling a little bitter toward faceless, nameless things.
I don’t understand. I don’t understand how this happened, or even what has happened. I’m scared and… and I don’t know. I’m confused. Did I do this? God, fuck, no. I would never, never ever in a billion years do this to him. To them. But especially to him.
It hurts me so much that he thinks I did this. I know I’ve been more enthusiastic about US than he ever will be… would have been… But am I a bad enough person that I seem capable of this? Do I hurt people that much? God, even if it wasn’t me I should be locked up. Just the fact that they think it was me.
I can’t do this. I need to run away. But I don’t have anywhere to go. I’m so fucking scared. Of myself.
constablelestrade asked: Text: Molly don't beat yourself up for anything, it's not your fault. I'm going to be calling you later. I need to talk to /someone/.
Reply: It came from my number, Greg. What if I did it? What if I don’t remember somehow? What if Jim fucked me up, what if you were right, what if Jim’s like HIM? What if I’m a bad person? I can’t do this, Greg. I was mad at him. I was so mad at Sherlock, but I wouldn’t do this, would I?