You've met me/don't know me.

*puts hands up* okay, okay. Just going off what I know; I haven't talked to you for half a year. (Kule... Maybe we're near each other.)

Maybe.

Punching people never helps anything. If a man smites your right cheek, "turn the left also." Why do you want to know, anyway?

No punching Teegan. Yeah, he upset me and managed to say just the right thing to make me reflect on it all day, but everyone has done that at some point. I am quite sensitive, even though I act like I'm not.

Am I allowed to vent now without offending anyone, because this conversation is really making me want to

Yes you are.

(I can describe it, if you want.)

You always were.

(I love this song! It's amazing!)

Where you asking me why I wanted to know?

Yes.

I was trying not to. I've got a thing about not freaking people out. Spencer, don't be offended, though. 

You were gone for a long time, and at the time I wasn't really prepared for the person I felt I was able to talk to to completely freaking disappear without saying anything. I kinda thought you'd died. For months. Not a very pleasant thing to worry about. Now, seminary helped me out, but I still thought you were freaking dead. Thanks for that. Then you freaking reappear without warning, now I'm freaking overwhelmed by that alone, and I'm both revealed and ticked off. I dunno if I wanna cry(happiness) or punch you in the face.

Because I'm in Kaysville on the weekends. And thank you for summing that up Staci.

Yeah, but now I feel bad for venting and being angry... Ugh... and others aren't posting and it's freaking me out. Did I offend someone? I didn't mean to! I didn't want to vent because I didn't want to offend anyone or freak people out!

Can I share my opinion?

Calm Staci it's ok.

I've been in rehab for months. I couldn't exactly contact you. I understand how you feel/felt though, a little bit. You can still email me any time. I'm not dead, Staci, I'm alive for the first time in my whole life, and I don't regret that. You're welcome to punch me, if you think that'll help; just know my door is still and always open. Also... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You have no idea how relieved I was to come back and see you're alive. I do wish I could've told you I was leaving, but I was in no state to be doing what I was trying to. You're like my little sister, and I didn't once forget about you. I don't know if I can say enough how sorry I am.

(You guys can yell at me all you want. I deserve it.)

.

I don't want to yell at you, Spencer. I get your circumstances, it just is a little hard to deal with all of the jumbled emotions I've got now. Geez, if anything I don't want to yell, I don't want to punch you in the face, I want to see you in person again. I don't like hugs, but I want a freaking hug from you. You freaked me out for a long time! Augh!
Crap I'm gonna cry

.

A hug sounds really nice. We should do another get-together... Anyway, I ain't dying for a while. Promise.

(Crying's a good thing. See ya!)

Well, what I was going to say was that I just felt numb about you leaving, and I, too thought the worse. But, I got over it, because I thought myself helpless to do anything. I had many dreams about finding you, and I always woke up that morning hoping I'd see some stupid sign. Mostly, I was numb. Now, I'm just happy because when I did pray to whoever was listening, I was praying you were happy where ever you were in Earth, Heaven, Heck, whatever. When I got word you were alive, I knew someone listen, so I continued praying. I prayed for not only my families' and your safety, I prayed for Staci's, I prayed for Kennedy, I prayed for everyone I loved. I prayed for their happiness.
I almost became afraid that God would think I was selfish that I had been praying for so many people. I became more afraid when I prayed for myself.
Now, starting yesterday, I just fell like... well, I don't know. Happy, I guess. I wasn't mad at you ever.

I've been happy for a l

Long time. You've been praying! That's not selfish, that's selfless! That's freaking awesome! (Happiness is a byproduct of praying.)