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[princelyhelp]

im sorry but I'm starting to get annoyed and tired of repeating myself!!!

[foundcarcosa]

other fascinating bits ‘n bobs from My Life With The Constant Supernova

>> he was a damn elegant writer (I think his books might still be on Amazon, I’ll have to check and see) who was deeply resentful of what he saw as My higher level of skill, so resentful in fact that he pretty much insinuated that My presence kept him from being able to write (and god forbid if I actually wrote anything while he was around, because then I was obviously flaunting My skill) (writers are usually attracted to writers but it usually leads to a sort of synergy and deeper understanding of each other, not the... literal opposite)

>> he frequently flew into meltdowns over things that were difficult to pinpoint (which made his triggers difficult to avoid as a result); these episodes usually included anything from purging to cutting to screaming at Me to slamming doors all over the house. Fair enough, but once he pissed Me off to the point where I accidentally broke part of a doorjamb and suddenly I was a violent and volatile demon who couldn’t be trusted to keep it together. (The doorjamb was fixed in five minutes with a hammer, it wasn’t really that serious.)

>> between the two of us we had bought pretty much the whole Rock Band and Guitar Hero catalogue, because we shared a passion for the games. However, he only knew and enjoyed singing (he preferred the vocals) a handful of songs altogether. I play guitar and drums; I can play pretty much any song, and there are a lot of songs I like in those games. But if I went downstairs to play by Myself so I could play some songs I don’t get to play when we’re playing together, then there was a problem.

>> once he decided he wanted to die. So he went back to not eating, which put Me in what I felt was an awk position. I love to eat, but I thought that it would have been triggering or whatever if I’m just eating all the food right in his face and shit (not to mention I wasn’t contributing to the grocery requisition at that time and I felt odd eating food I didn’t buy anyway, especially if no one else is). So I ate less -- I still ate, but I was careful not to pig out or anything. And then, during an argument, he and his father accused Me of copying his disorder, by not eating too. I think My brain cracked a little that day.