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Link & Co. ★ Void Entity ★ Timeless Being ★ He/Him
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Perhaps we could shove him over. To quote you, it would be like flipping a turtle on its back, no? If we are lucky, it would kill him.
i still think it's so funny that i inherited all of my parents disorders, got some bonus ones added into the mix, then they take $12k from me and kick me out
and the fact that cutting my hair short was the catalyst that led to being kicked out
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They have trauma, you idiot. Be patient. This was a delicate subject that they already struggled with. You and I are well aware how they are going to have difficulty with this for a while.
trying to convince Link he isnt unlovable and other's actions don't define him is damn near impossible
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I do not think you want to know my answer to that question.
having a wild time trying to determine who is fronting right now
Link is extremely emotionally drained so Eli and I are both cofronting and we're having a hell of a time trying to figure out what's going on lol
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If you were not a menace, I would allow you to manage by yourself, but I do not trust you.
having a wild time trying to determine who is fronting right now
Link is extremely emotionally drained so Eli and I are both cofronting and we're having a hell of a time trying to figure out what's going on lol
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We breathe easier nowadays, though the taste of fear lingers on. Perhaps it is because Mae is not used to being allowed to simply exist. They are afraid that this will all come crashing down.
He still questions whether all of this is worth it. Feeling empty and alone, fearing abandonment at all times—he wonders whether living is worth the pain. We tell him yes. He doubts. It is understandable.
But we still breathe easier. Despite the hurt, we still breathe easier.
It took far too long, but I think he is finding peace.
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It still lingers, in the back of their head.
"I don't want to go back, it would be easier to just end it."
I... do not know how to help them. Nor does James. We are simply sitting by helplessly.
He keeps spiraling, and it worries us. His anxieties are running his thoughts.
"Did I mess up? Things will be worse. Am I being unreasonable?"
I cannot help him quell his thoughts. They are like a tidal wave. We can only do so much.
It is unfair that he must endure this.
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It still lingers, in the back of their head.
"I don't want to go back, it would be easier to just end it."
I... do not know how to help them. Nor does James. We are simply sitting by helplessly.
He keeps spiraling, and it worries us. His anxieties are running his thoughts.
"Did I mess up? Things will be worse. Am I being unreasonable?"
I cannot help him quell his thoughts. They are like a tidal wave. We can only do so much.
It is unfair that he must endure this.
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It still lingers, in the back of their head.
"I don't want to go back, it would be easier to just end it."
I... do not know how to help them. Nor does James. We are simply sitting by helplessly.
He keeps spiraling, and it worries us. His anxieties are running his thoughts.
"Did I mess up? Things will be worse. Am I being unreasonable?"
I cannot help him quell his thoughts. They are like a tidal wave. We can only do so much.
It is unfair that he must endure this.
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I know. I just hate to see him like this.
He deserves better—to be happy. Stars know the poor thing deserves it.
They have been so kind throughout their life. To see them suffer like this... it is heartbreaking. His loneliness is palpable. The feeling of detachment is overwhelming.
I know we cannot make him better, and that knowledge brings me sorrow.
The past few days have been bad.
He feels alone. Isolated. Like he doesn't belong anywhere anymore.
He feels detached.
We have told them that they are not alone, but... it does not seem to matter.
They are pushing away everything they care about. They think it will be easier.
I do not know how to help them. They do not eat, they are asleep more than they are awake. They will not reach out. They start to, but simply delete the message in the end.
We are at a loss here. We feel helpless. It is not pleasant.
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The past few days have been bad.
He feels alone. Isolated. Like he doesn't belong anywhere anymore.
He feels detached.
We have told them that they are not alone, but... it does not seem to matter.
They are pushing away everything they care about. They think it will be easier.
I do not know how to help them. They do not eat, they are asleep more than they are awake. They will not reach out. They start to, but simply delete the message in the end.
We are at a loss here. We feel helpless. It is not pleasant.
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We are... tired.
I am doing my best to help preserve energy, but it is not much.
The exhaustion has caught up to Link, and all he wants to do is sleep. I cannot run this body, nor can James. We are trying our best to assist, but they are simply too tired.
It has reached us as well. We wish we could let him sleep, let him rest until he feels well enough to do things again. Their mother will not permit it, nor will their father. He has run himself so far into the ground that sunlight is barely visible.
We are tired.
We do not know how to combat this, either.
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Link has reached rock bottom. They are falling apart.
We do not know what to do. He is becoming desperate, and it worries us. Their thoughts are dark—too dark.
They do not want to stay any longer. It is causing them to spiral to their limit at an alarming rate. James and I cannot help them. We can only watch, and it pains us.
He wants it to end—the manipulation, the taunts, the abuse. He wants it to end so desperately, we fear what he might do.
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He wants to leave. Desperately.
We have told him that it is not possible right now, that we cannot go anywhere because we have no place to go.
I know they want to leave so much it hurts—it feels like their heart is being ripped to shreds. But we have no way to live on our own.
This body cannot be trusted to live alone, and we have no source of income to support ourselves.
He cried last night because of how much they long to leave this place. I wish I could comfort him, or at least make it easier to live here—but their mother pushes them to the edge. A few evenings ago, they were in such a bad state that he wished to end it.
I do not know how much longer they will be able to survive living here. A darkness is creeping into his heart, and neither James nor myself can keep it away much longer. Not when his mother is driving him closer and closer to the brink.
We hope there is a way to help them soon. I am worried that they will not be able to continue on this way.
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The only thing they ate today was a slice of cinnamon bread.
We are worried.
He does not listen, though. We tell them to eat, yet they do not. We tell them to sleep, but instead they lay in the dark for hours. He does not care for himself, and it worries us.
I know he does not think his life is worth anything. They think that they are insignificant and would not be missed if they disappeared. He thinks he is not loved, and does not care what toll the neglect is taking upon his body, because he believes it is not worth it.
James and I have told them otherwise, but... they cannot see it. They cannot see that they are cared for.
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It seems we can only protect him from his trauma in waking hours.
I wish we had the ability to shield them from their night terrors.
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I wish we had the ability to shield them from their night terrors.
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Link thinks he is not cut out for romance, so to speak. All of their relationships failed, and it left a wound in their heart that has yet to heal.
We understand why their pain runs so deep within them, and it makes us sad in a way that I cannot describe.
He looks at the past and sees abandonment and heartache. He can hear the words thrown at him.
"You're too depressing," "You're so annoying!" "Why do you talk so much? It's so irritating."
The past makes them afraid. They have so much hurt inside.
It is not fair—he is too kind, too gentle. The world chewed him up and spit him out with no regard for how pure his soul is.
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