I Feel I Have Been Too Harsh On Roman These Past Few Days...i Believe He Can See My Frustration And He

Of course. How could I forget? Roman’s only been talking about it non-stop for weeks. ~Logan 

-walks into Logan's room- ~Patton

*looks up from where I’m working at my desk* Hello Patton. What can I do for you? ~Logan 

Greetings everyone. I must make this quick, as I do not have too much time. 

I see that my absence has been noticed on here. Roman my love I am so sorry. I am very glad that you found my phone. Please keep it safe for me. 

This is what happened: 

I received a message that I thought was from my aunt asking to meet for brunch. though I am weary to go out to a public place with the current events, she assured me that it would be at an outdoor space at a rather quiet time of day, so I agreed. This was the night before, when Roman was already asleep. 

I left rather early in the morning, as I had wanted to read in the park adjacent to the restaurant for a while. Roman, as well as the rest of the household, was either still asleep or hadn’t gotten up for the day yet. I had full intended to send a message to you, Roman, telling you where I was and that i would be home by the afternoon. However I did not realize until I had arrived that I had forgotten my phone. Very unlike me, I am aware, however it seems that it is a good thing now. 

When it came time to meet with my aunt, i was surprised that she was not there. In fact, the restaurant in question was closed on Sundays. What I did find there was my mother, whom i have not seen or spoken to in months. You can imagine my confusion. 

She told me that she was there to bring me home. That she knew I would not agree to meet with her so she posed as my aunt. When I told her that I did not intend on leaving--my studies, my boyfriend, or my friends--she responded with saying that I did not have a choice. 

i do not remember what happened after that. All I know is that one moment i was there and the next i was waking up in a car and I was already a state away from home. 

My parents seem to think that locking me in isolation will “remind” me of who I “really” am and so I have hardly left my childhood bedroom, let alone my house. I only found a way to post here because they finally granted me to take Julian out for a short while, most of that on his part I’m sure. 

I do not know what I will do. I do not know what I can do. All I know is that I am very homesick and I miss you very much, Roman. I love you, please do not forget that. You are not to blame for any of this. 

I will try to return here to speak with you--with all of you--as soon as I can. 

-Logan 

People are intrinsically valuable regardless of their wealth or work. That means you're entitled to a home, healthcare, food, water, etc. simply because you're alive.

Call it socialism if you’d like, but it just goes to show how sorely inhumane capitalism is in comparison.

.................whoooooooooppppppspssssisiieee

Shhhhhg don't rell remus but even though he's smelly and rude and geoss somegins he is a realllty good brother when he wants to be

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What happened?

Well I was admittedly very nervous the whole time, but my aunt seemed happy to meet Roman as my boyfriend instead of just as my housemate. Roman was surprisingly well behaved. Otherwise there is nothing memorable to comment on

I am relieved my housemate is home from the hospital, however I am not looking forward to their resuming their argument with our other housemate, however justifiable their anger is. 

I am very exhausted. My parents have been running me into the ground these past few weeks. I very much wish i could go home 

*blinks and looks up* Ah. yes thank you Pat... *voice trails off as I see the extra work before snapping back to reality* Thank you, Patton. This is very helpful.

-walks into Logan's room- ~Patton

*looks up from where I’m working at my desk* Hello Patton. What can I do for you? ~Logan 

My parents want me to come home for the summer and I’m not quite sure what to do. Our agreement was that i would finish out this school year and then come home, however they have not mentioned me moving schools since my aunt spoke with them, so i am uncertain what I will be doing at the end of the year and that is quite...unnerving to me. 

“There’s always a broader picture. There’s always something beyond the system you’re concentrating on. Never forget that. There are no clear boundaries. Life doesn’t stop at the boundaries of the table. And there are always more than six pockets you can fall into. There is always something beyond. Always, always, always.”

― Yoav Blum, The Coincidence Makers