Apr 16, 2024
guy was in my dreams (nothing even bad really happened) and now my attachment issues are freaking out
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guy was in my dreams (nothing even bad really happened) and now my attachment issues are freaking out
have to call my mom now. wish me luck.
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@sigmarickandmorty Friends in the face of other Mortys, whom Morty E-417 would bring in his house from time to time, were strongly unwellcomed by Monty from the day one, however she tried to find the ways to deal with this. Sometimes, she might of used them to bring her some snacks, fibbing that was Morty’s say-so; other times she would direct them to meet Morty through the portal she opened and then watch the fun happening. Where else would she send them if not towards the swarm of alien bees or something alike? The latter one seemed to be borrowed by Rick E-417, Ricks’ influence on Mortys sure was strong even through different dimensions. But after the last accident, when one of them broke her toy (but she would insist for it to be called ‘action figure’; a common hobby between so many Mortys which not even Monty was a foreigner to), Monty had stopped looking for positivities. After that, she would fend off any Morty who didn’t belong to this house. Just like that one, who stepped from a swirling green portal. She could see him right now from the window in Mortys’ room. “H-HEY, y- you! Not o-on MY watch!” She calls for a Morty and points a finger at him, leaning in further from the window. “Y-you- y-y-you Morty’s friends guys a-are just too much!” Fists bang against the window sill desperatedly, “F-find, find another place to hand o-out in, really! G-go to the citadel, o-or on some... some uninhabited planet, or- or- or to a-a house of a more stupid Morty who’d allow you to stay! All of you! Stay away! ...S-seriously, that thing was absolutely! unic! for m-my dimension, and I can’t get another one! I-if- if you want to break something so bad - how about- how about y-you break your legs and NEVER COME NEAR T-THIS HOUSE AGAIN!” Her cheeks are red from anger, is to question what was so special about that toy, or what exactly was going on in her life right now, or both at once. Not to excuse her outburst on another Morty without even asking who it was though.
School gives me anxiety. Any thought about the future gives me anxiety.
Things need to start happening. Now.