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He's insane.

He's a maniac.

He needs as much help as possible and I am not sure I can give that help but I don't want to he around him when he finally snaps.

Thankfully, or fortunately, the fact he snapped made me realize that no matter what he acted like, or whatever name I gave him.

Inside was a psychotic bastard that fed off my fear every single time and I would never ever be able to let that go.

It was already getting dark and Pops has returned with not just some wood but also fishes that we could try and eat and was extremely surprised to see the tent all up and done, saying I always waited for him to do it.

Scoff.

So as we sat, me extremely far away from the both of them as they looked up at the stars and drew some constellations while I poles the fire, praying to the heavens that sleep wash over me and I could be in school the next day with them man I love, I hear Pops say "Hey, Princess. What's your horoscope again? I always keep forgetting"