So, I'm not failing my classes anymore--that's a good thing, right? And the Pleasures are good, I guess, in that trying-a-bit-too-hard-to-be-normal kind of way (you remember, kind of like after Ian died and everyone was all smiles-and-kindness until it made you want to strangle someone). We've been having what is for sure an above-average amount of movie nights and game nights and uh, they're also sending me to therapy--which I'm not denying I need but also how am I supposed to tell a therapist anything without telling her everything, and I don't think I'm supposed to do that, even if I'm, you know, not actually doing that anymore but--

Ugh, I guess what I'm saying is: Jack, I'm trying to be okay.