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THIS IS MY REVENGE. HOW DARE YOU. HURT YUUNA... RAHHH
But to be fair I'm unsure that this will make u that sad since it has a hopeful ending🧍🏻♀️ I tried. Also. May I add. This is like years after their marriage (so they're well in their mid 20s/late 20s), pregnancy was by accident yada yada... I thought this idea would be good for Leona's character development when it comes to children since he would learn to not be afraid of treating his child like crap because he just would want to have them so bad, aka Kyra was a very wanted child by him. Also "them" is used bc I don't like using "it" for an unborn child and I didn't know if leobelle knew the gender of the baby yet
Also tw: m1sc4rr14ge, plus it's probably not well depicted but hey I did my best
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When Leona finally arrived home he didn't want anything more than to jump on his bed with Isabelle and sleep, though he was certain she would complain his ear off about wanting to sleep so early, that there was still stuff they could do… sometimes his wife was a real workaholic.
“Isa.” Leona called, the nickname now rolled off his tongue nicely, but he remembered a time where it felt strange, unnatural. He couldn't even remember now how he was so far away from Isabelle. “Isabelle?” He called once again, not finding her around the house.
Leona walked around, going from room to room and quickly stopping to take a look at… his child’s room.
When Isabelle had come to him, all worried with a pregnancy test showing positive, his heart sank for two reasons: one, the fact that Isabelle was worried about his reaction to her carrying his child, and two, the fact that… she was right to be worried, and unfortunately, he couldn't find much joy in the matter.
Leona knew himself, through his experiences with Cheka he was aware he had a problem with children. No, he didn't hate them, they're children; however, he had a very difficult time dealing with them, their lack of personal space, lack of ability to read a room and just their constant energy made Leona tired and irritable. He didn't want kids, he knew he would be an awful father because of his lack of patience and understanding… and deep down… he was scared his child would be mistreated because of being the son or daughter of the failed second prince.
But now Isabelle had a child growing inside her, and he couldn't just ignore that fact.
Leona looked around the yellow room, the toys they had bought, the little crib… he sighed. He needed to suck it up and be a man, not only for Isabelle and that child but to himself.
Suddenly, he heard sobs.
“Isabelle?” He called, walking a bit faster to the bathroom, where he heard the noise. His hand on the door handle. “Isabelle, are you alright?”
No response, the sobs just continued like she couldn't even hear him, but he couldn't leave her there alone, he needed to see if she was ok. He opened the door, and his eyes widened in shock, looking everywhere around the room.
Isabelle was crying, hugging her legs, and beneath her and around other parts of the floor there was blood. So much blood.
“Wha– Isa, hey, look at me.” He urged, crouching down in front of her, grabbing her arms and face to make her look at him. She avoided his eyes and she couldn't stop crying, and Leona looked everywhere around her to understand where she was hurt. “Isa, where are you hurt? What happened? Can you get up?” After he finally got a hold of her face, she held his wrists and broke down once again, her tears falling down fast and she couldn't stop. Leona was so insanely worried, his mate was hurt, but he couldn't see where, he didn't understand. The smell of blood was making him sick, but he couldn't nor did he want to leave her alone like this. “We need a doctor. Wait here, I'll get the–”
“I lost them.” Isabelle mumbled before Leona was able to walk away, his hands being held by hers so he wouldn't leave. She looked at him desperately, almost as if begging for help. “I lost them, Leona. I lost them.”
He stared at her, then, his gaze made its way to her belly.
No.
“Isabelle, what do you mean?”
“I'm sorry.”
“Isa.” He urged, crouching down once again, holding her face gently as he felt his eyes sting. “What do you mean?”
Isabelle couldn't answer, his question seemed to make her cry even more, as she threw herself in his chest and held onto his shirt. She kept apologizing, kept saying how this was her fault for not taking better care of herself, for not resting enough, for not eating as well as she should. Leona couldn't speak as he himself started tearing up.
He lost them. Before he could even meet them. Before he could even show his love for them or try to fight his awful habits.
They was gone.
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“Your highness, please, you should try to eat a bit, I promise it's–” the servant was interrupted by Leona as he took the plate and water from her telling her to go fulfill other duties. The servant bowed down and left, Leona sat on their bed.
“Isa.” He said softly after putting the plate on his lap and the cup of water on their night stand. “You need to eat, my love.” Isabelle didn't even move, she just kept with her back turned to him, hugging her body. Normally, she would blush and ask why he was suddenly using such a sweet nickname, but right now, there was no reaction. Leona sighed. “Please. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for me.”
Isabelle stayed quiet, but after a few seconds, she slowly sat up, her blanket falling on her lap as she looked down to her hands. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, her hair was a mess from trying to sleep the day away… it was like a mirror, really. She looked just like him when he was still at NRC.
All the more reason to take care of her.
Leona grabbed her chin, making her look at him. “I need you to eat. Even if it's just a bit. Do you think you can do it?”
“...I can try.”
“That’s more than enough.” Leona got a bit of the chicken soup in the spoon, blowing on it so it wouldn't burn Isabelle's mouth, then, he offered it to her. She ate it without saying a word, chewing on it very slowly, and swallowing it as if it hurt her. After five bites or so, Isabelle started rejecting the food, and Leona sighed. “Isabelle, you must eat to stay healthy.”
“I wasn't healthy enough to carry our child, so what does it matter now?”
Silence.
“The doctor said it wasn't because of your health. The embryo just couldn't develop properly.”
“The baby couldn't develop properly.” She corrected him, her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes started to sting. “Why do you refuse to call them that?”
“Isabelle.” The beastman said, a stern tone of his voice and the woman flinched. She knew she crossed a line, but goodness she was so angry. She was so sad. She didn't know what to do.
“Why do you refuse to call them a child? You even refused to get into our child’s room, the servants had to take all of our baby’s stuff for themselves.” She questioned, her eyes tearing up, and once a tear fell she dried it right away. Sorrow, anger and pain filling her heart. “Why are you being so… so cold?”
“Because if I call them a child, if I look at their stuff I won't be able to live with myself.” He finally explained himself. Isabelle stared at him. Leona felt his own eyes sting so he blinked a few times to try and push the tears away. He put the plate on their night stand. “Isa, I– I don't talk about it because I can't. I knew I wouldn't be a good father but– that was my child. I didn't even get a chance to try.”
Isabelle went quiet at that. She started fidgeting with her hands while seeing from the corner of her eye Leona resting his face on his hand. She's been married to him for years now, she's been dating him for even longer, she knows how he functions and right now? She screwed up.
Isabelle was the mother, and there was a special bond with her and her lost baby… but Leona was the father. That was also his child, his baby. His cub.
“Leo.” She called, he didn't look but she noticed his ears twitch at her call. “I'm… I'm sorry. I was being insensitive.” Isabelle rested her head on his shoulder, grabbing his free hand and rubbing circles with her thumb. “I’ve just… I'm just so sad and angry with myself– I wasn't able to see where you're coming from. I'm so sorry, dear.”
Leona sighed, drying his cheeks. He had cried without Isabelle noticing… that was another blow to her heart. Leona sniffled, grabbing her plate once again.
“If you're so sorry then eat.” He put another spoonful of food in front of her face and she let out a faint smile, eating it right after.
“For the record…” Isabelle started after swallowing the food. “You will be a wonderful father, Leona.”
Leona felt his heart ache, his throat dry and his eyes sting. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the sensation and gave Isabelle a long kiss on the forehead, filled with affection.
“And you will be a wonderful mother.”
Will. Soon enough.
me: does a really small scenario about if yuuna left, leaving her to STILL have a happy life even though she is away from vil.
mah: . . . i can do it worse.
HOW. HOW DARE YOU.
U KNOW WHAT? GO TO TIME OUT.
#𐙚 moots ♡#inbox 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ✧#♡ ! mah#this actually hurt me#specially since is#like#SO WELL WRITTEN#I AM IN UR WALLS POOKIE#i am actually speechless#i will lay down in the floor and cry#♡ ! mah's writing
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It's like I blinked and "Haha I'm going to kill myself" became a funny joke to make again, or an alright thing to say ironically. You guys stop that. You'll feel better for not saying it, I promise.
#this is also a psa to please not put that in tags for my art#i LOVE the gushing and the “oh my god my heart is in a blender i am laying down on the floor crying sobbing screaming” stuff!#just not the kms stuff. it took me a while to unlearn that habit and some of you guys need to do the same#it's so much funnier to say stuff like IM GONNA EAT A WHOLE GIRAFFE#or other such hyperbole#i promise#mango talks
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my sweet little baby man is no longer with us
#he had his bloodwork done yesterday and the vet said it was fine but he doesnt have much time left#and my bestie is a vet tech who wanted to see the lab results bc she always does and she looked at them#and asked me if she can shiw them to her boss today and i was like sure and immediately knew something was up#today keekki was being himself#then i went to run some errands and when i came back he was laying in front of the front door with his tiny baby head against it#and i was like ''oh ok one of his seizures?''#and theyre like. keekki will drool and not move and they usually last for like 20 minutes (several vets have no idea whats up with those#but it was probably either a kidney or a blood pressure thing)#anyways. it did not pass in 20 minutes so i Knew#i laid on the floor next to him#then my bff sent me a message asking me if i have the time to talk about keekki and its not good news#at this point i was about to call the vet anyways#and she was like ''ok i showed these to my boss (a vet) and she got super angry that ur vet even let you leave the clinic''#bc apparently keekkis bloodwork was so bad he should have been put down then and there but my vet was like a fresh half graduate#so i dont hold it against her. anyways i got an euthanasia appointment for this evening and spent the time before it laying on the couch#crying with keekki in my arms#i had to carry him bc he couldnt really walk without stumbling and falling down#when i had to get up to get his carrier and stuff ready he was taking a nap on the couch where i left him and i took this pic#anyways worst vet visit of my life i could hardly even do anything but nod half the time bc speaking results in me sobbing#anyways. this fucking sucks#i dont know how ill be able to sleep tonight#its been years since i last slept at home without having a little guy plop into my arms#i spent a long time with him in the vet room when he was gone#it feels surreal ive given him his last ever forehead kisses#as i left the room i told him bye the exact same way ive been saying bye to him for the last very many years ive had him#its always moikka keekki before i go to work or the store or literally anything#and that was my last moikka keekki#i hope he felt how loved he was#my dad is sending me older pics of me and keekki and he looks so happy in them. hes always right next to me#idk man im going to stop rambling now
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so anyways Rust met Claire when she proctored his GED exam
#rust cohle#I would say I’m just making shit up at this point but I’ve been making shit up this whole time#freshly released from the cold grasp of alaska and dropping his temporary texas drivers license in front of the most beautiful woman#I genuinely don’t know how he passed that test but I fell asleep during my sats and did great#it was her first year of college and she’s two years older#the doomed relationship to make me lay face down on the floor#wish I could write that fic so I can tell you she’s was born in Savannah but I’d make myself cry#‘a man doesn’t love the way he means’ or whatever okay guy who will always love his first wife
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youve hardly changed to my eyes
#screaming crying laying on the floor face down etc etc#my art tag#xenoblade#a#a xenoblade#shulk#shalvis#i will never be normal about them#every few months xenoblade takes over my life again#but especially these two#anyways please shulk tie back your hair if you have a robotic arm im gonna go crazy thinking about the amount of times ur hair gets caught#plus like he gets more of the dunban type of look if he ties it back which im sure is the whole point of the arm thing in the first place..#i have altogether too many thoughts about both of them
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Aww the side story of the barbie (not date) but from Shouta’s POV, this is the cutest by @cyanoscarlet
Alliance in Pink - Side Stories, First art
#They are cute your honor#I might make some sketches for clive and dion and terrace but that will have to wait a little#Dani punched me in the guts my hands are shaky (in a good way) 😭#Clive seeing them holding hands: HE IS HOLDING HAND WITH A GIRL!! He didn’t tell me he is on holding hands terms??#Dion: calm down ifrit im sure he knows what he is doing#Clive head in hands and devastated : you don’t understand *cry*#Jill will call the next day and ask Joshua to please talk to clive because he have been laying on the kitchen floor since he got back#Clive with the horrific mortified ordeal of kids growing up#If he hold hands now what next??? Kiss on the head?? Sharing a seat?? *gasp* does he know what that means??#[clive sees Jote kiss at the bus station]#*clive pass out*#This fic is about dion getting first seat at clive’s crisis of grasping the reality his little brother is older than 10#It doesn’t help both have the brain of a nugget#Terrance really saw clive and thought ‘he should be my husband’s friend’#joshua rosfield#dion lesage#sir terence#clive rosfield#jote#ffxvi#final fantasy xvi
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exetober days 13-15 (jack-o-lantern, doppelganger, decay)
oops i spelt doppelganger wrong
link to prompts here
#exetober#my art#sonic.exe#majin sonic#sunky#sonic#sth#2017x#lord x#thats a lot of sonic.exe actually wow#i finally committed to being lazy for my tober days (which was what i wanted to do in the first place) yay!#yapping time :)#day 13: i didnt have any good edgy ideas for this. but i knew i wanted to draw sunky for this day (which is very unedgy) so i decided to pu#majin sonic alongside sunky because of this one really good fanfiction series i read (i forgor name). these guys would NOT be serious#about it though man. majin sonic got a whole majin army and sunky is sunky. what did you expect for their pumpkins#(2011x is the one in the corner he has a sonic jack o lantern what a nerd. such a cameo that i wont tag him)#day 14: if 2017x found out he wasn't sonic at all he would have a mental breakdown and get his ass whooped by sonic and lay down on the#floor crying. you know i think ive drawn 2017x the most so far in this exetober (my favorite is 2011x oops) but 2017x is so goofy. i cant#help myself. oops#day 15: smelly old man. my ROTTEN BOY I HATE MY ROTTEN BOY ROTTEN BOY! ROTTEN BOY#unrelated do you think lord x takes showers at all... i get the feeling he doesnt...
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hey fujii do you wanna hear about a silly little thing i thought of earlier. so you know how in red/blue rescue team, eevee used to be in the "naive" category, whereas in explorers of sky, it's in the "jolly" category? it made me think about ribbons, specifically because of how the rescue team personality test describes the naive trait.
in rescue team, the naive type is described to be someone whos highly curious, and someone who likes rare things. their cheerful and carefree make everything fun for the people around them, but they also have the flaw of being childish, never sitting still, and always being on the move. (it also says that they might be selfish but i dont see that applying to ribbons tbh..)
it seems so oddly fitting for ribbons because her personality does show those traits in particular. she's a silly little thing and her bright cheery personality, and she is childish to some extent. and of course, can't forget her curiosity. especially with how curious she got when it came to dusknoir. and of course, we can't forget about the *actual* definition of naive. naivety in the sense of choosing to believe that dusknoir, despite how his aura flared with malice, bared no ill intent. to think that someone who is so great, so wise, so kind and caring could ever be capable of shattering her world apart.. that was naive. because she believed he was what she thought he was, and because it was her naivety that nearly got her and aimilios killed. you'd think she'd have learned from the drowzee incident where two kids displaying trust in a spur-of-the-moment stranger who coincidentally showed them kindness in their misfortune was a mistake, but i suppose that's what being a naive little child does to you.
(anyways im sorry if this sounds incoherent and out of the blue. have a good day)
DONT YOU DARE APOLOGIZE FOR THIS. THE JOLLY AND NAIVE NATURES FIT MY GIRL SO WELL. (Unhinged rant in tags)
#your description for Naive is like a rocket launcher to the chest#THAT… PLUS JOLLY… (Laughing and crying with ease/over-emotional) IS JUST. IT’S HER!! THAT’S MY GIRL!!!#JUST… EVERYTHING ABT THIS. I CANT EVEN ADD ON.#Her naivety being her downfall/falling out with Dusknoir is so heartbreaking#no doubt the times she was happily laying on his neck ruffs; feeling safe and sound— she’d recieve D.Screams that told her the opposite#Telling her to run; to confront him— anything. but she doesn’t. Hell; the girl doesn’t even question him.#(She looks towards Corphish with an annoyed glance when he questions Dusknoir. He did nothing but good for the town. It’s stupid.)#This. plus her past with him in the paralyzed future (although she can’t remember)— expells all doubts in her mind.#She was so relieved watching his float down to the second floor of Wigglytuff’s guild. She wanted to approach him right then and there#And not only that— when they begin to talk to eachother… he isn’t annoyed? he actually humors her? listens to her stupid jokes?#even snarking back whenever she jabbed at him? (Something that made everyone in treasure town look in HORROR.)#only for Dusknoir to reply with a quip of his own? Even when he does get momentarily miffed by her rudeness? he still decides to stay?#Ribbons loved him; to put it lightly. She loved that she finally had someone other than Aimilios.#She loved that he actually stuck around her on his own merit. and didn’t treat her like some pest.#She loved that he didn’t even mind her lack of intellect. sometimes even offering to to slow down and help the dwarf Eeveewith her studies#so at the End of the Day. When he utters those damned six words? before pulling her and Aimilios in?#Her world is shattered. and she resents him for years.#(Insecurity also kicks in; wondering if he was secretly laughing at her jokes and enjoying her company#…we’re all lies. and that he was merely tolerating her. before killing her.)#She killed any and every feeling that told her to distrust the revenant. putting her full faith in Dusknoir#and what did he repay her unyielding trust and naivety with?#a backstab wound. right through her spine and through her chest.
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why am i laying here with the anxiety levels of someone being hunted for sport nothing even happened besides the delays with my job application stuff
#i bought a gift for someone and im like what if they hate it and kill me :(((((( like what kind of logic is that#i need.... to drink... myself into a coma.... but im trying to not do that anymore.....#but i literally cant stop being a huge baby about anything#i need to go lay down on my bathroom floor and cry and listen to ehg i think
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once again thinking about how aubree finally was able to meet and speak with the actual, literal god who personally reverted her own death at the start of the campaign, but if anything in that vision contributed to her recent paladin multiclass it was talking to the lost mortal soul who had possessed her the night before to continue his night watch-- helping him understand that he was dead and assuring him his town was protected so that he could move on, and promising him to do everything she could to keep the world safe and protect the people in it
#LAYS DOWN ON THE FLOOR. TRIES NOT TO CRY#when the raven queen was destroyed by orcus there was a shockwave of undead rising in the material plane#and Salah was killed when his town was attacked#when aubree was possessed by him she was preoccupied to near obsession with getting everyone indoors at night because 'the town wasn't safe'#his ghostly ptsd from the thing that killed him manifested as the fear of *others* getting hurt. aubree stayed out all night patrolling#and in that between-place aubree grasped his hands and swore the danger was passed-- that he'd protected his town and he could rest#swore that she would do everything in her power not to let anything like that happen again#swore to herself to do everything in her power to help those like saleh-- lost in a world with no raven queen to usher them into the next#aubree is the paladin of no god but compassion and love. aubree my bug rough girl making offerings of open hands and unchecked tears#aubree finding divine power not in a desire to smite the wicked but to help and to heal-- not to enact justice but to offer comfort and hope#swearing to kill a lich is simple. holding a ghost's hand and whispering that he'll be okay is why it matters#aaauuughh I love my GIIIRL 😭#my OCs#aubree
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and ofc today (pouring rain and thunder all day) is the day is find out that the draining pipes on my balcony dont work properly
#i went to close the balcony door cause the rain is so loud#and what do you know. my balcony floor is fucking floded#i would like to die now please im already tired of this day#i need to fix that but i'd rather just lay down and curl up in a ball and cry a lot and disappear. please#night is an absolute mess on main
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You ever have a genuine human connection where you feel fully safe to be vulnerable, and that you're not dragging another person down with how you feel, just to wake up crying and realising it was just a dream.
I've been awake for like 10+ minutes and I still feel like crying
#vent post#i think i apologise too much#i dont remember what our conversation was in details#but i know me apologising for hurting them during a fucking duel/brawl we had signed up for had triggered it#i had them dragged down in the floor with me- both of us covered in bruises#i could have hit until they knocked out with what was in my hands- but i couldn't- they were my friend#we just kind of lay there- on the ground- together#we spoke and chatted about when we should next hang out and draw together#and then i apologised#and then everything else happened#and then i woke up crying
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me every day: yes, I understand that I have ptsd. yes, it will frequently disrupt my life in sometimes (seemingly) random ways. sometimes this will necessitate leaving work or disclosing things about myself to a supervisor or friend or bystander because it's freaking them out and THEY are now panicking and often wanting to call me an ambulance. this is just a fact. it's fine. i'm dealing with it. most years are easier than the ones before them. it's fine.
me when my ptsd is actually triggered: what is happening right now. why can't I breathe. why can't I stand up. why do I feel like I'm about to throw up and die. oh, I know!!! I must be having an allergic reaction to something!!!! I'm suddenly coming down with the flu in the span of 3 minutes!!! this is so weird!!!!!!!
#EDIT: talk of PTSD proceed with caution#it's morphed a little over the years lololol#used to present as very obvious and unmistakable panic attacks with crying and hyperventilating#10 years later and it's quieter. 70% of the time the whole world just shrinks to a 1 foot bubble around me and everything goes dark#at least i didn't actually throw up this time around#and i was able to pinpoint the trigger about 2 hours in#once i was able to think again#and it was a song. 30 seconds of a song.#noticed right away that something felt wrong so i hit stop#but it was too late lmao within 5 minutes it was hard to breathe and the room was spinning and within 10 i crawled upstairs and passed out#but yeah like in the moment i often don't understand what's happening#i don't realize until I've passed out and woken up again#i had to lay down on the floor in the backroom of my retail job once and it scared the shit out of everyone#i usually stay somewhat lucid but i rarely realize I'm reacting to a trigger until after I've recovered#which means then I'm laying on a floor woozily insisting I'm fine#and then have the SUPER FUN TIME of having to explain everything after the fact once my brain and body are working again#I have a few long time coworkers who realize I've been triggered before I do lmao#They're like. Bro. You need to sit down. Right fucking now or you're gonna fall#rray.txt
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hey guys
#vent#just... gimmie a sec im gonna put it in the tags i cant find the readmore on my phone rn#im havin a straight up not good time but not the worst in the house!#the worst is my cat. whose old and dying. and i have no money to put to sleep to fuckin put us both outta this misery#typical. she cant get a heart attack and go fast like my moms dog#shes gotta wail and be ill for a month while im recovering from one surgery and trying to get ready for the next#its also an amazing time for my ocd that i learned i have from artists on hear explaining what it is to send me into spirals#over germs. but shes just 20 with teeth and respiratory issues her whole life and been struggling with constipation#so i KNOW how shes dying. shes backed up and hungry and dehydrated but feeling bloated still and not eating or drinking.#shes probably got arthritis and has been moving like a geriatric for a while but its to the point now she wont even lay down. shes just#perched on a pile of towels in the bathroom dozing and occasionally crying for me to come pet her. im so fuckin tired#and theres nothing i can do! the vet i could find a timeslot for in a reasonable time said 500$. so thats cool. im paying 1000$ for me in#a week for my stuff and its just. god all she and i are doing is crying and it sucks ass#she wants company for comfort and i dont blame her - so the fuck do i!#but i cant sit in the bathroom with her my damn legs keep going numb. and my roomate 1) cant emotionally buoy me thru this#and 2) has a long work day tomorrow and its already mad late. sigh#dont try to offer me condolences ive worked thru her dying already its just now we're botb exhausted in the form its taking#if anything i just need another distraction to keep me from spiraling over something again#edit: ARUGH AND THE OTHER CAT THROWING UP IN THE OTHER ROOM. GOD DAMN IT#the younger one has so many allergies and wont stop fucking eating things off the floor babygirl i am BEDRIDDEN you gotta stop eating shit#off the floor!!!!!!!! you have specialty food for a reason!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#awesome it was right in my bed
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Legitimately crying over the fact that no matter how many times I tell my cat I love him he'll never understand, he'll never understand why I'm not petting him while working or why I'm not following him when he wants me to go somewhere and that's so cruel. I just want him to know he's so important to me and that I love him
#i had to lay down on the floor for a minute while he watched me cry#cats#i love him so so much#but he doesn't know how much
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so i've been Not Drinking since december 12th (i will admit i've had a shower beer here and there) but tonight i had a hashtag Real Drink for the first time in four months and let me tell you. it's not even fun to drink anymore. am i maturing? maybe i just like to be sober and miserable instead of drunk and miserable
#not to be a fucking bozo loser friendless idiot but#i'm thinking about the persona 3 ending again. WHAT A GAME.#nooooooooo im getting sentimental while drunk. oh god i fucking hate drinking actually.#i was teetering on the edge of alcoholism for a long time and now i hate drinking lmaooooo#what does it all mean. i used to crutch on alcohol as a way to experience joy and now i'm finding that it............. isn't even fun.#anyway i cast memories of you dot mp3 upon ye#i'm fucking GOING TO BED. lest i lay down on my bedroom floor and cry. i hate this shit. i hate being alive lol#THIS IS WHY I DON'T DRINK ANYMORE.
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