#i'm fine

[marvelshifter111]

Idk if feel more or less emotionally/mentally/physically dead than yesterday

[bonedude666]

"Man, I have a lot of self-loathing. That's not healthy, I should do something about it."

(Sees character I really like)

(Slowly begins to remove the self part)

[namig42]

So I put in my resignation for my job a few weeks ago and then proceeded to panic about if this was a terrible decision or not. I've been grappling with that for a while since I don't really have a backup plan that isn't heavily tied to luck (since all I'm trained to really do is music and writing).

My boss asked if I'd like to do part-time possibly for a few months if I'm really that worried and then proceeded to give me the most dogshit deal he could despite knowing my circumstances, so now I'm debating if I suck it up and ask to stay longer in a job that has sucked the life out of me for months or full send it and figure out my life in a way that'll be more fulfilling.

Anyways, on an unrelated note, it is time to write like my life depends on it.

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[officialnostradamus]

I request a redo of August. On top of the heart break of losing my dog, now the wheel fell off of my car while driving??? I'm OVER IT.

[shattcrdglass]

@herslaughter from here

. ✦ ݁ ˖ — he paid no mind to her tears dampening the front of his shirt, he just held her, even as his mind still ran rampant trying to make sense as to why she felt like he'd just rolled her out of a drawer in the morgue...

matthew would stand here forever if she needed him to. he had all the time in the world for his children and those he loved.

when she apologizes he gently shakes his head, wanting to tell her there was no need to apologize, but the words escape him as she places his hand on her neck. the place where he should feel the gentle thrumming of her pulse. and yet? nothing.

instinctively, every part of him wanted to pull back, wanted to hold her at arms length. to search for any shred of amusement that might be gleaming in her eyes. that maybe this was all some sort of elaborate joke. how she'd pull this off? he didn't know. but it couldn't be real could it? could it?

'it  killed  me.'

her words hit him like waves crashing onto the shore during a storm. a familiar sense of dread and confusion blanketing him. leaving him feeling numb. disconnected.

there's a quick flash of blue and red lights in his vision, a brief trip back into the past when he was looking at a police officer he'd known for years, trying to comprehend the fact that his wife had been killed...

slowly he shakes his head, trying to wade through the dense mud flooding his thoughts, trying to push his way back to the present. back to marty who stood there before him, broken and vulnerable. she needed him to be present. and as if she'd sensed it, she squeezed his hand. leading him back to her.

there are tears blurring his own vision as he listens to her, his confusion only growing in size.

but still he holds her firmly, stepping back just enough to look down at her, his heart breaking even more at the sight of her. watching as her eyes were seemingly swallowed by darkness, like a black hole had opened up inside of her.

this was why she was gone for so long? this is what happened? he already knew that there were things in the world that they couldn't understand, but now marty was being tangled into it?

he's couldn't stop the tears that slip past the barrier of his lower eyelids, silently falling down his cheeks. he'd already failed her. he hadn't been able to keep her safe from harm. just like he didn't keep olivia safe.

the darkness was had taken olivia and now it had nestled it's way into marty, oozing out of her like an insidious parasite...

cradling her face in his hands now, his thumbs wipe gently at the tears staining her cheeks until the paleness of them stand out against the now faint smear of inky colored tears.

matthew sighs, sadness weighing it down.

he leans forward and presses a tender kiss to her forehead, before pulling her back into him, 〝I know you're scared sweetheart, but you're not losing us ok? we're all going to be here for you no matter what. I'm going to be here for you, so is nora and logan—〞

thinking back now, it made senes why nora had been acting so off lately.

she must've already known....

〝you don't have to go through this by yourself—〞

[genderlesgremlin]

Before class I always hangout in storage areas (where students ain't supposed to be) and instead of telling me to scram a yard narc came over and was like "u ok kiddo?"

[sauceisbetter]

Hurting myself so the boredom doesn't get to me

[clovertherebel]

you know you're fucked when you start worrying that you're going to freak out your plushie with how much emotional baggage you're laying on them and stop confiding in them all together...