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Camijo?
Trauma: My sibling. We lost connection with her a couple weeks ago, and even before then she never came out of her room, so I was starting to think she died, but, I'm- I'm pretty sure I just felt her, she's just- she's different this time.
Cam
Name: Cam
Nickname: N/A
Traits: Passion
Gender: Transmasc
Pronouns: He/him
Sexuality: Asexual panromantic
Height: 5'6"
Color: Orange
Camijo
Name: Camijo
Nicknames: N/A
Traits: N/A
Gender: N/A
Pronouns: Any/all
Sexuality: N/A
Height: 5'6"
Color: Grey
Cracked.
Warnings: Negative thoughts, depressive ideation
Camijo curled up on her bed as the dark smoke billowed out of her, as if that would shield her from the problem she's causing. The smoke got up in her throat, and the overwhelming smell worsened her stressing. The smoke thickened as a result.
That was always the thing with her, wasn't it. Just constant downward spirals. It was her fault she was in this situation in the first place. The only reason they were this stressed in the first place was because they were sleep deprived. They had gotten nine hours of sleep. Interrupted or not, that would've been more than enough for an allistic person. So they were sleep deprived, because of her. And now they were overwhelmed, because of her. And they were only getting worse, because of her.
𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣.
The thought echoed through her mind, repeating itself over and over again, getting louder every time.
𝙐𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣.
Camijo put her hands over her ears, as if that would dampen the echoes in her mind. The smoke grew as the echoes grew louder, and the echoes grew louder as the smoke grew.
𝙐𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣.
She didn't think she could take this anymore.
Nobody
Name: Nobody
Nicknames: N/A
Gender: None
Pronouns: Any
Sexuality: None
Height: 5'4"
Color: Grey
Camijo 2.0 Playlist
📷 Full playlist here ♾
General Warnings: Self-doubt, self-deprecation, internalized ableism, depressive ideation
Paradise - Coldplay Warnings: None? Escapism song. Camijo wants to connect to people, but she learned quickly that society doesn't want her, so instead she makes do with her fictional worlds where she feels like she could actually belong.
sorry haha i fell asleep - egg Warnings: Negative self-talk Camijo tries to avoid social interaction because she's afraid of being judged and rejected. She wants to be close to others, but the effort of masking takes a lot out of her, so she pushes everyone away.
Little Girl - Faith Marie Warnings: Depression, depressive ideation Camijo used to get labelled as annoying or obnoxious because she was so talkative, so now she's taught herself to stay quiet. To her, she's the only problem in the mindscape, and she's trying to fix that.
Little Game - Benny Warnings: Sewerslide mention, minor depictions of violence Camijo puts on masks whenever she's around others in order to appear "normal." She's reached a point where faking a smile and being somebody she's not is easy, which is fine, right? She can't be hurt anymore, after all. You can't break something that's already broken.
You Don't Know About Me - Ella Vos Warnings: None? Camijo hates it when people judge her, because they don't know her. They don't know what she's going through, they don't see the amount of effort she puts into everything. She tries to remind herself of that whenever somebody says something that hurts her, even if she can't ignore it.
I Am Not A Robot - MARINA Warnings: Cigarette mention Camijo's been keeping herself emotionally distant despite how much she wants to connect with others because she doesn't want to be hated for who she is, even if being loved means pretending to be somebody she isn't, because she doesn't think she's loveable.
I Am Shit - Crywank Warnings: Self-deprecation Camijo has a habit of overanalyzing everything she does and says, which always eventually brings her to the conclusion that she is a bad person. She's selfish, hypocritical, and manipulative.
Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo Warnings: Depressive ideation, self-deprecation Camijo has tried really hard to be good enough, for herself, for Chrome, for Ace, for literally anyone, but she's never good enough and she hates everything about herself as a result, and now she wishes she could fade away so she can at least stop being miserable and inconvenient.
Shatter Me - Lindsey Stirling Warnings: None? Camijo doesn't even feel alive anymore. She masks constantly, to the point that she doesn't have a personality of her own. She needs help finding her own personality that isn't just a façade designed to make others happy, she needs to find out how to shatter the masks.
Waving Through A Window - Dear Evan Hansen Warnings: None? Camijo feels like an outsider. She didn't always, but while everyone around her grew up and got tired of her, she couldn't figure out how to keep up and change with them - and nobody could teach her how - and so instead she learned that it's easier to just not take risks in friendship in order to keep from getting hurt or abandoned.
Are You Satisfied? - MARINA Warnings: Depressive ideation Camijo bears the brunt of Chrome's unrealistic expecations, and of her disappointment. She lies to everyone, including herself, just to make it in life, and still fails to live up to anybody's expectations. She's consantly alone, depressed, stressed out, and failing.
Bird With A Broken Wing - Owl City Warnings: Depression, death mention Camijo feels alone, broken, and destined to be misunderstood. She's the reason I want to connect with others, but the reason I can't handle rejection; the reason for my hyperempathy, but the reason I can't express sympathy; the reason I want to create, but the reason I get burnt out easily. She wishes she could go back in time and redo everything so she doesn't fuck up everything. She knows she's "supposed" to be proud in who she is and her differences, and she knows autism can't be cured, but she wouldn't mind if she was the one case that it was.
Camijo?
You ok?
Camijo: It-It-It s-seems not. My wi-i-i-i-i-iring ha-a-as bee-been dam-m-maged.