You know that awkward moment when you’re crying and you see something funny and your emotions have no idea what you’re doing and you make some really weird sound that shouldn’t be heard for the sake of everyone else’s sanity?
I still would have a crush on you, but noo, you had to go to another college. If I had the guts to talk to you in high school, I think we would have been at least good friends, because you liked many of the things I did.
I wish things hadn’t ended the way they did. You were with me for so long, you helped me through so much… But that’s life, I guess. I miss you. You were amazing, and sometimes I still get nostalgic, remembering the things we used to do.
I still have that plushie you gave me. I still have those toys we got in that party.
But I can’t actually say this to you, because whenever we meet by accident, things just seem awkward. I know you still like many of the things I do, but… I guess we don’t know each other anymore.
Oh god baby I’m so sorry I keep messing up your life in name of my entertainment. But it’s just so much fun! You are my baby, and I promise things will get better, just… start following your own advices. Things will get easier if you do. As in, I won’t be able to screw up with your life nearly as much as I do.
(answering this as Touya because Mel wrote to Touya as N and because I can)
I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. You didn’t deserve to be in that situation. I am constantly amazed that, despite everything, you still managed to be a nice person.
I wish we talked more, but I haven’t been seeing you much. It might be my fault, since I haven’t been going out for something other than training in a while. I’m glad that you consider me a friend. I just wish I could be there when you need me.
You are a badass. You are strong, proud and just generally awesome. You helped your friends through so much and you managed to do it without forgetting about yourself and I can’t begin to describe how awesome that is.
You are still a little awkward with displays of affection, but you’ll learn. And then you can cuddle the hell out of your boyfriend.
When I grow up, I want to be like you I know I’m 18 shut up I’m growing up.
I hate when I’m in the car with someone and a song comes on that’s a duet and the person with me doesn’t automatically know that we will obviously be singing along as a duet like no you do not get to sing both parts who died and made you two people
After seeing the original, by Jon Klassen, I instantly thought of The Doctor. Then after seeing someone do a Professor Layton and Tiger and Bunny I had to do one. I just spent the last 8 hours drawing this….
… Cheren….? Oh dear Arceus, it’s really you. You told me you were on the internet to search for training strategies!… This is awkward.
You’d be surprised at the things I don’t tell you, Touya.
… By “Phoebe’s” blog, I can imagine.
Were you planning to tell me I was RPing with you any moment in the future, or I would have to find out on my own? There is so much art of us in “Phoebe’s” blog. Is there something you would like to tell me?
shit the rest of my message didn’t go through! I also said that although I know you are already, being supportive of her will really help. Studies found that patients with supportive families recover much more quickly :3
I spent the entire day with her. I find it odd that ever since she got worse, she only calls me by my name. Ever since I can remember, she always confused my name with my cousin’s or my sister’s, but she hasn’t confused my name yet. (this was random, but I was randomly thinking about it) I’m a little afraid, because her depression was kind of serious… I’ll stop thinking like that, though. I’ll be positive.
So, my grandma’s surgery is tomorrow. The doctors said it can take up to 8 hours, and that she will be worse after it. She’ll only start to get better in some few days after it. I’m kind of afraid that she won’t remember me. And I’m trying really hard not to think that it is a risky procedure, especially since she isn’t that young, and she has been depressed for a while now.
The health insurance company didn’t want to pay for a particular equipment that is pretty much routine in the US. It’s not like it’s important or anything, it just let the surgeon knows what is brain and what is tumor. Everyone is pissed off because of this, but the family will pay for the equipment because, unlike them, we believe that it might not be a good idea to cut out random pieces.
I don’t really know how to feel. Everyone is talking about this, and I am running to the internet, as usual. So I’m alright, I guess. Supporting people like it’s my job.