holy shit uh uh uh 456, 98, and uhhhhhhhhhhhhh 2018. ALSO FOR ME IN RETURN UH UH UH 270.
Aaaaah!! First one!!! This is exciting fhshdhhs. Okay, okay. Onto business.
456 ) what would you do if you made a mistake and somebody died?
* ic: this is…something I’ve faced already actually. And because of it, I strive very hard not to ever allow it to happen again. The guilt…never quite leaves, and I don’t expect it to. That’s the mistakes I must own responsibility for. What happened in Metropolis, at the bottom of its core, is because of actions I did and did not take. I’ll never be able to give that loved one back to the world. I can’t make it right. But I can vow to never let it happen again.
* ooc: frankly? I honestly would never fucking recover. If I had a mistake that actually cost someone their life, there would be no coming back from that. The sheer guilt and responsibility would eat me alive, and I’d know that no matter how horrendously I’d feel because of it, the loved ones who lost said person would hurt so much worse. And frankly that whole scenario scares the ever living fuck out of me. Especially as someone who IS actively working with very, very young children. It’s my JOB to protect them. Sometimes it’s hard to do the job because my fears certainly outweighs my confidence.
98.) what makes you lose sleep?
* ic: your voices. I hear them constantly. I choose to, and sometimes…that isn’t easy to simply turn off. I am always worrying about what may be happening when I take a moment to rest. Who needs me? What detestation can I prevent? What harm am I doing?
* ooc: what DOESNT make me lose sleep? The fear of closing my eyes and having sleep paralysis take over. The stresses of having to wake up in less than six hours to start a whole new day. Family drama. Debt. And yeah, the fear of wanting to transition but not being able to at the moment because of where I work, and not having told family about it. Basically anxiety keeps me up at like all hours lmfao
2018 ) what does your perfect day look like?
* ic: waking up, and everything is quiet. Calm. I’m home, and all I see is beautiful tall cornfields dancing from the wind. Sun is rising. Coffee being brewed. And no where to run to. Just sitting there on the porch. Admiring what’s to come.
* ooc: a day where I can sleeeeeep. A cool cloudy day. Rain even. And I’m reading, napping, or watching a movie frankly. With my dog. That’s a good goooood day. Yeah :)