i don't  know. i felt like i wanted to ask about it, i really wanted to. but i never want to pry in your life- so i just kept saying that you didn't have to talk about it. (why were there scratches? where were they? really i guess what happened?) but then i was just thinking about that fight where you said that i din't care, because i never asked about your problems. (the next night you told me to forget what you said.) i just don't want to upset you, so we don't have to talk about it. we don't have to. we don't.

on another note-- substantial. i don't know...