[ + one song for each year ollie has been alive ! ]
Ollie set his phone up onto the stand, taking a moment to press play before hopping up onto his bed and laying out dramatically. "Hello," He said, resting his hand against his cheek with a grin and a very cheesy wink, before he dissolved into laughter. Okay he would cut that part out.
"Hello Ogden in fifty years! I'm -" he paused a moment, giving a small snort and shaking his head, "names don't matter. I'm definitely going to be dead, I'm fairly sure I'm going to be dead in ten years tops, but fifty for sure. I don't even know if Ogden is going to exist in fifty years, I'm skeptical if the world will exist in fifty years, and if it does it's probably all very Water World-esque so I hope my pirate students are out there, having a good time. I know I am." Though Ollie's expression turned from something amused, into something more… wistful and he gave another short sort of laugh, shaking his head once again. "That's actually not true. We're all going through a pretty hard time right now, maybe you've already heard."
He sat up straight on his bed, reaching out to once again adjust the angle of his camera, before resting his hands in his lap with a sigh. "To be honest I've had a pretty hard time for the past … seven years of my life - being a teenager is hard for everyone, I guess, but it's different than that. It's not just been teen angst it's… It's like being trapped somewhere you're never going to be able to escape from because it's your own fucking head. And I've fucking tried. By doing healthy shit too, despite what people think. It's not all sex, and booze, and drugs, and getting obliterated until I blackout for a weekend and wake up the next state over."
Ollie gave a small huff, reaching up to push his hand through his hair in a nearly compulsive sort of manner. "I guess the one thing that does help… if anyone is actually watching this and relates at all, I'm sure you have bigger problems like sharks or raiders or whatever post apocalyptic problems you have. My advice is find someone you can talk to. Everyone says that, but fuck if it's not the one fucking thing that's ever been able to bring me peace at all. Whether it's a therapist, or your sibling, or your best bro… There's billions of people in the world, pick someone. And I've never had an easy time opening up to people, even my friends. It's scary. But you never know, I guess. One day you can be getting stoned in your room after a party and some scrawny little shit head from South Dakota will walk in and suddenly maybe you don't want to die as much as you used to…" Ollie shrugged his shoulders a little bit, a smile crossing his face as he lowered his head a touch. Something just on the side of sheepish in his expression. "But I guess there is a lot of shit I still haven't told him. Like, I'm just really ..."
He silenced himself with another shake of his head, and took a deep breath. "… Forget it. Look, after everything I've said I'm probably not the person you want to hear advice from. But uh… Maybe it's more like someone out there just needs to know that shit's hard. It's hard right now, and I'm sure it's hard for you with the apocalypse, with ai taking over careers, with the disembodied head of elon musk still out there terrorizing everyone. Just know that I feel you, bro. We're all going through it."
