-Mizello had fallen asleep with Amma in their arms, within the safety of their mantle. Mizello had never fallen asleep without their plushie, nor without taking off their mantle. But, for now, Mizello was soundly asleep with Amma. Why wouldn't they be? Amma trusted them enough for this, better take her up on it-
-Mizello did not sleep soundly for long.-
-Mizello had just stepped out of the therapist's office. Their legs softly clacking onto the metal floors. The metal was cold. He made sure to keep a good posture, as his therapist said to. Arms behind his back, back straight, eyes forward, ████████████... No, no, what was that last part?
Why wouldn't Mizello remember?-
Mizello didn't need this. Remember the- my instructions, Mizello! Back straight, eyes up, arms behind your back, and agreeable! There we go.
Perfect.-
-Mizello arrived at their recording station, the one he used for journaling. Mizello had no reason for these tears, why did they still fall?-
-Mizello sat down. He attempted to clear his throat, but it didn't work very well. Mizello would have to start with a trembling throat-
Con... Conductor Mizello, journal entry number six. It's... It's 17:48. So... It's...... Fuck, remember.... So its almost supper. I'm- I'll be eating a sandwich for dinner. But thats-
-Mizello sobbed-
Irrelevant. My given topic.... Is........ Fuck it, I'm just going to say what I think. I should- shouldn't be crying right now, it's not holy. It's - my therapist says it.. It's just illogical. I'm a grown bug. I can do things myself- I don't need this, I don't....
What... Was I doing again?
-Mizello looked around.-
-Look around, Mizello.-
... Right, right, journaling. Vocal journaling- what's even the point of vocal journals? It's fucking pointless, I can write myself. It's fine. It's stupid, why am I crying? It's pathetic. I don't get it, I don't get anything about this. But whatever- it's fine.
Therapy! Fuck, how did I forget?
Right, right, my session. So, ████ told me to take off my mantle like usually, and it.. Was fine, it was okay, they got... Close.
-Mizello felt like throwing up. Mizello felt himself cry more-
And then they got.. Got really close to me, and I couldn't breathe, and I started crying, and they said they would.. Would remove everything. And.. They.. ...Hhh.....
-Mizello dug their claws into their thorax, digging deep grooves into it. There were many, many scars exactly like them.-
I shouldn't be crying... L-Luckily, ████ doesn't look at my thorax too much. So it's fine! I can dig into it as much as I want, so it'll be okay. I mean, even if they did, I could probably explain it away. It'll be fine. Okay. Alright. ████ is fine as well, they don't look at my thorax, so they're pretty okay, and good.
Why do I go to them again?
Right, to fix me up! Stupid, how could I forget.
...
What was I talking about again?















