Work sucks

also true on its own (but yes to the rest of your post as well lol)

idk they probably would be too different but i just think it's kinda cute

yeesh that sounds super upsetting about #2, sounds like they need deeper help/support and healing that you don't necessarily have to shoulder the burden of or be around if it feels unsafe. hope you're doing alright after a confrontation like that.

i continue to be stunned that you and #1 aren't already dating lol

effects

that would be extremely based and loving of her if so, hacking you into better health and mental wellbeing

Talk Tuah therapist

It do be a big suck, and I feel like I will never recover and move on from it and be able to form bonds with other people again.

people can heal and break cycles, i bet you can too. it just takes a lot of work (and that work is often vague and poorly defined and doesn't fit a one-size-fits-all mold, taking a lot of trial and error). but it's possible, even if the journey will always be incomplete and never perfect. and until then you have value and are worthy of love the way you are.

yeah i got pretty attached to that little band of freaks & weirdos lol but at the same time the game was starting to enslave all my time so im happy to be able to free my life up again. also im jealous of my stupid fucking protagonist...

your line clears mine ngl

edit, though also if they're a fantasy novelist this could work better than one might expect, races of humanoid bird-people are not uncommon in the genre

emoji request NPC wojak doing the ">:(" face pretty please >:(

Griffith turns away from the eerie, eldritch, shadow-infected light of the eclipse - a light that's pregnant with terror, future, bloodshed, and opportunity all at once. He turns to his cherished comrades Guts and Judeau: "Behelit? More like these gays are getting lit! Can I get an amen!?" They hit the club. Griffith shakes that skinny little thang in this neon-drenched paradise like nobody's watching. but they are watching....and what they see is beauty untethered, effortless in its grace, filled with a boyish innocence that only an untarnished youth can allow.

sugar free ultra zero * wiggles my spindly little fingers, licks my pink but chapped little lips, shoots a lil twinkle from my bloodshot and baggy, corpselike eyes* don't mind if i do