I was open to suggestions so much. You could tell me that it was cold out and I felt so cold, or that it was warm and I warmed up. You could tell me anything and I would believe it because my conscious was gone so I couldn't come up with anything logical to stop me from believing what you were telling me. My brothers didn't do a good job at listening to what I told them that I needed to hear. They would laugh, which I understand, and say the opposite after they were done, which I don't understand. My couisin was pretty good with me.
I'm so ♥♥♥♥ing itchy.