Tw-sh, bad mental health, alcohol mention
This all started as a way to get money for my top surgery. I wanted to see if it would work. If people would be dumb enough, so maybe partially a social experiment.
Hades, it was fun, and I liked the people my new religion dragged in. We drank wine and talked about the meaning of life and then I talked about our god. He was made up, based on an old friend I’d had that I looked up to.
Now, it feels a bit weirder.
See, that god we worship behind the Wendy’s in town is real.
This was all so stupid. Fun, but stupid. I…don’t really know what to do.
They all were so happy when we first saw him. My most loyal follower, Annabeth, most of all.
He’s kinda scrawny, and he wears an orange shirt from a summer camp and jeans, he has fluffy hair, and he’s a real fun guy.
But holy Percy, it’s so weird knowing HE’S REAL.
And he drinks wine with us in the back of the Wendy’s. Sometimes he brings beer, made by Dionysus. He apparently is part of a larger group of gods, one of who is my dad. Which I did not know.
Hades is…a man. I don’t feel any connection to him.
The other people of my religion, lots of them have godly parents but don’t care. Percy is the god we worship.
We burn cheap beer and junk food for him. Annabeth burns pasta. She likes him to have real food. I think she likes him, which kinda sucks for me.
Because Percy is the person? God? I’ve liked ever since I saw him. We’d never work out, and he and Annabeth wouldn’t either.
He’ll find someone from Olympus.
*Day 50 of being High Priest of Percyism*
I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Nico di Angelo, and I started a “fake” religion to get money so I can “yeet the teats”, so to speak. It worked, but also apparently the god I was faking is real and a very cool, slightly attractive teen boy.
Percy brought Dionysus’s own good alcohol today. We drank too much and started talking about the truths of life.
“To hell with it, our lives are meaningless and we do a bunch of dumb [bleep]. Do whatever you want with your life.”
“Capitalism stops that. Our society stops that. But do your best. There’s billions of us [bleeps] in the world, if a few of us can’t have some fun I don’t see the point.”
*Day 51 of being High Priest(I’d abbreviate to HP but the Harry Potter puns would be deathly)*
Percy didn’t come by for the sermon this morning, or the drunken clarity at 8. But I gained a new follower, Will. He’s got adorable, fluffy golden hair and the world’s most beautiful sky-blue eyes. Percy, I could lose myself in those eyes.
Percy doesn’t seem so pretty anymore.
*Day 100 of being High Priest*
Me and Will are officially dating, have been for a week.
I love him. Haven’t said it yet, though. Too scared.
Percy’s gotten less…human. He drinks more now, and says things that only he can truly understand.
He cheated on Annabeth. Two different girls. He says he was drunk and he didn’t know what he was doing.
She believed him. Poor girl. Will would never do that.
Drunken clarity is less clarity and more drunken now.
Percy brings a lot of alcohol.
He doesn’t talk to me anymore.
Neither does Will. They spend a lot of time together.
Forgot to add the header. I forget days now.
Surgery today. They’ll see the scars on my wrist. I wish I cared more.
My chest is gone now. Gave my binder to a young trans kid who joined the religion. I might make him Head Priest once he’s old enough to lead drunken clarity.
Scars on my wrist are worse now.
Will broke up with me. He doesn’t talk to me anymore. He only talks to Percy. At least he refused to become immortal.
I don’t know what my life is anymore. This started as a way to get money, and snowballed into the biggest mental health dip I’ve ever had.
I’m still at rock bottom and using a jackhammer to go deeper.
Feels like my soul lies in okay beer, wine, and the back of a Wendy’s.
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