Sometimes I wonder if my soulbonds are grossed out by me—becoming older, having health problems, not being as fit and well-kempt as most of them. Like, would they abandon me? I envy my heamates a lot for how athletic most of them are: able to twist and bend and move with ease. They seem perfect to me, and I wish I could be like them—young again, skinny, able to move my body without feeling so restricted. I think about Roofie, for example, and how he sometimes motivates me to take better care of my health and become as athletic as him. But it's always been hard, both mentally and physically. I keep reminding myself that they love me no matter what, which makes me tear up at times.













