Sunshine considered this for a moment, avoiding eye contact through the cunning means of picking up and examining her frosting-smeared t-shirt. Oh well. She pulled it back over her head, and, flipping her hair out from under her collar, said:
"I...have this bad habit of not asking questions. I don't know. Maybe it's because I don't usually enjoy questions, trying to figure out what to say. Maybe I'm afraid of answers. I usually assume if people...friends, need me to know something, they'll tell me. Which is kind of stupid, because it doesn't work that way, not even slightly. Gets me into trouble. But it's hard to know what to ask."
"So. Um. Looks like you had a not-so-fun day, once upon a time."
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Date: 2007-10-19 01:57 am (UTC)"I...have this bad habit of not asking questions. I don't know. Maybe it's because I don't usually enjoy questions, trying to figure out what to say. Maybe I'm afraid of answers. I usually assume if people...friends, need me to know something, they'll tell me. Which is kind of stupid, because it doesn't work that way, not even slightly. Gets me into trouble. But it's hard to know what to ask."
"So. Um. Looks like you had a not-so-fun day, once upon a time."