Okay, so between the Silent Hill alert and the wounded-and-dead bodies appearing, the Nexus is looking a little perilous these days. Uncle A's jumpy. He thinks I should just stick to the school grounds
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No, you're worried about enough already. And I'm, sadly, not much in the mood for talking. I'd genuinely prefer to hurt someone right now.
I should probably be locking this exchange between you and I, as it's probably going to alarm some, and could very well wind up inviting people to come and 'deal' with me, since I'm speaking of violence and sounding rather monsterous. But I just can't quite bring myself to care.
I'll go back and lock it, if you want. But saying you want to beat the crap out of people isn't the same as actually doing it, no matter who you are. And I started it, anyway.
People are always watching and waiting for me to slip up, Courtney. Waiting for when I have to be destroyed or locked up too, just like all the others. And in the meantime, I have to put in so much energy sometimes just to pretend I'm a human like you.
I feel like I've lost something important in keeping up that charade. Ever since that whole thing with being locked up, something's undone and things aren't connecting anymore. I'm not connected anymore. Not to Hippolyta, not to you, or my other friends, or my mind or thoughts or emotions...to reality even.
Nevermind, forget I said anything. This is stupid; you're worried about a friend who's apparently been hurt horribly and I'm here talking about supposed problems of mine that even I don't get.
I'll figure something out. In the meantime, I'm going for a walk. Buonas tardes, Señorita Crumrin.
After what Templeton did to me, I felt kind of like that. It was like outside me people were moving on and I wasn't. Like there were all these walls? And I didn't know how to break them. Like the only way I could communicate with anyone or get anyone's attention was to hurt them, or break something near them, or hurt myself
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I'm sorry. I didn't even realize. I've been wrapped up in projects and stuff.
I guess Ramon doesn't seem like the kind of guy you can just say 'Honey, I think we need counseling' to, otherwise I'd suggest that. If it would help, I could come visit, or you guys could come here sometime.
I don't know who anyone involved in this matter is, so it's not like vengence in particular is on my mind.
But I just thought I'd throw that out there.
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...does that mean you're in a really bad mood or a really good one?
If I see the guy, I'll let you know, anyway.
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I think it would make me feel better.
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I should probably be locking this exchange between you and I, as it's probably going to alarm some, and could very well wind up inviting people to come and 'deal' with me, since I'm speaking of violence and sounding rather monsterous. But I just can't quite bring myself to care.
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I feel like I've lost something important in keeping up that charade. Ever since that whole thing with being locked up, something's undone and things aren't connecting anymore. I'm not connected anymore. Not to Hippolyta, not to you, or my other friends, or my mind or thoughts or emotions...to reality even.
I can't feel.
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I'll figure something out. In the meantime, I'm going for a walk. Buonas tardes, Señorita Crumrin.
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After what Templeton did to me, I felt kind of like that. It was like outside me people were moving on and I wasn't. Like there were all these walls? And I didn't know how to break them. Like the only way I could communicate with anyone or get anyone's attention was to hurt them, or break something near them, or hurt myself ( ... )
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Sorry about that, Courtney. I'm trying.
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Are you okay?
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It's been...not fun since I got back. I'm sorta at my wits' end. And since I lack a lot of wits to begin with, I'm in trouble.
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I guess Ramon doesn't seem like the kind of guy you can just say 'Honey, I think we need counseling' to, otherwise I'd suggest that. If it would help, I could come visit, or you guys could come here sometime.
((Off to dinner, bbl))
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Sad thing is, he's got a point. Ain't nobody out there with a degree in what Las Plagas does to your noggin or your bod. I just don't know.
It'll get better. Soon, hopefully. Big hugs for you, kiddo, and stay safe.
((Have a good dinner!))
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I know I say this a lot, but if there's anything I can do, let me know. And you take care, too.
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