#getthenurse

[mocha-aya]

Sometimes I wonder if I were a song what kind would I be. Something upbeat and makes you wanna dance? Maybe more mellowed out and something to chill to? A story to be untold? Something you put on in the background just to cover up the loudness of silence? Maybe something that’s unnerving when you hear it no pattern and no proper flow just complete and utter chaos.

[misunderstoodsociopath-blog]

3 :3c

[Text]: So you’re Corporal Arson’s uncle, huh? 

[Text]: Not gonna lie, that’s real cute of you Pete.

[Text]: Just one big perfectly functional family.

[misunderstoodsociopath-blog]

“I know there’s nothing I can say to make it better, so maybe you should just let me hug you for a while?”

Gary didn’t know how long he had been lying in his bed. He woke up and had been there ever since, only leaving to use the bathroom and that’s it. His appetite was non-existent, so there was no point in eating. He had been staring at the ceiling, counting every single little mark and stain over and over again, before his concentration was broken by a voice.

Countless times Pete had tried his best to help Gary in any way he could, and while he’d never admit it out loud, he was eternally grateful for everything Pete has ever done for him. Right from day one in kindergarten to present day. In fact, he wondered if he’d even be here today if it wasn’t for Pete. 

Breaking his staring contest with the ceiling, he looked over at the other who was unsurely standing in the doorway. Probably anticipating being ignored or rejected for his offer. But at the very least, he could let it go this once and indulge in Pete’s trivial need to help him.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

Rather than sitting up or moving to stand, he shifted over in his bed, leaving a nice portion for Pete to accompany him. He didn’t know what he’d do without him.

[misunderstoodsociopath-blog]

& ;^)

Text to: Femmeboy

[Text]: So I need to say something. Some of this you probably know but some of it, I think you don’t.[Text]: I don’t process things very well. Especially emotions. I get some of them confused with others, and it’s generally why I don’t address them often.[Text]: But I’ve been thinking really hard about this, and I think I get it now. And it’s something you need to hear.[Text]: But I swear you’d better not repeat this to anyone.

[...]

[Text]: I genuinely appreciate having you as a friend. And not just a friend, but a best friend. I think that’s what we are. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you in my life, and I don’t even want to dwell on it. It completely baffles me that haven’t told me to fuck off yet because, to be honest, I’ve been a real asshole. I know this isn’t my thing but. You know how I play out situations in my head. And I didn’t like how this one ended.

[Text]: So. Yeah. I appreciate you. And everything you do for me.