As time goes by I'm becoming more and more sure that I just can't survive on my own. I can take basic care of myself, but the second I have to go to a doctor or do some formal stuff I get paralyzed. I just can't. Fuck, I can barely even talk to strangers in general. Or even not strangers, I can't fucking text someone back if I'm not close to them, it's just so scary and exhausting. I'm becoming emotionally tired more easily and sometimes even talking with my mom about anything is too much for me and I love my mom. And I really need her, I can't do basic stuff without her pretty much holding my hand all the time. I can't get a normal job. We went to this blueberry plantation a few times but I just couldn't go there without her, and now the job is over and we can't go there at all. If I wasn't such a fucking baby I'd go there a few more times alone and get some money. I can't make calls, there's literally like two people I feel comfortable talking on the phone with. People used to say I was mature for my age when I was younger but I never grew up and now I'm almost 21 and can't do anything with my life. I'm scared of everything, I'm constantly exhausted physically and mentally. I'm like a fucking child. I'm scared that I'm gonna have to live with my mom my whole life. I can't see a future for myself, I'm just not able to survive without help and at some point I won't be able to get help, I don't want to be a parasite living off of my mom's money but I don't see anything else I could do. I hate my brain so much. I hate the way it refuses to work. I hate myself for being such a child.
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currently obsessed with the thought of the reincarnation au aides all meeting back up and everyone in their mid to late twenties being just in AWE at tiny little nineteen year old Alex
like he's so little!!! he's a teenager!!! he still has BABY FAT. BABY FAT!!!! how is that allowed that shouldn't be allowed!!!!
last time most of them saw him he was a full grown adult,,,,, even twenties Alex was only a faint memory in their minds at that point
now he's a modern teenager who's not haggard from stress and war and too little rations. he's healthy and lively and still just as passionate as he used to be but now also. Squishy™. a squishy lil baby :(
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(Took most of the dialogue from this as it’s one of my favorite scene in gaming!)
Nick: “Jasmine, you’re fifteen years old. You should consider eating something other than boxed Mac n cheese.” (Takes out a container from his bag) “I brought you food for lunch-”
Jasmine: (Jumps back in alarm) “OH GOD WHAT IS THAT?!?
Hancock: (Also goes flying back in fear at the green monstrosity)
Nick: (Calmly at the two Drama Queens) “It’s a salad.”
Jasmine: (Dives behind a confused Danse) “WHY IS IT GREEN IT LOOKS LIKE THE DEVIL!!!”
Nick: “Just calm down, doll.”
Hancock: (Examines the offered dish) “Eh, she’s got a point. It looks like you shredded a Super Mutant then tossed it into a bowl.”
Nick: (Lowly) “You’re not helping.”
Danse: (Crosses his arms) “I don’t see the problem here, it looks fine to me.”
Jasmine: (Climbs onto Danse’s back like a monkey and peeks over his shoulder) “It’s staring at me!” (Points accusingly at it)
Danse: “It’s an inanimate object. I highly doubt it.”
Nick: (Dad tone) “Jasmine. I need ya to do me a favor and eat some salad.”
Jasmine: (Jumps onto the coffee table like a cat with her back arched) “NnnnnnNo! No, no no!”
Nick: (Heavy sigh) “Hancock, hold her arms. Danse, keep her mouth open.”
Danse: “Roger that.” (Picks Jas back up from the table and sets her down on the floor)
Jasmine: (Takes out her Murder Mittens) “No! YOU FOOD FASCISTS!!! YOU CAN’T-”
Hancock: (Holds the girls arms behind her back so nobody gets mauled)
Danse: (Keeps Jas from closing her mouth on his fingers)
Nick: (Starts feeding his feral daughter the salad) “Cmon kitten, work with us here…”
Jasmine: (Aggressively hisses and snarls) “AAARHGHFHFHFH!!!”
Hancock: (As he struggles to keep her under control) “Don’t let her bite you too hard, Danse. Baby sister gets a taste for blood, we’re gonna have problems.”
[Later]
Jasmine: (Teenage grumbling as she folds her arms and sits on the sofa) “I can’t believe you made me eat salad!”
Nick: (Slight smirk from his spot next to her) “It wasn’t that bad, now was it?”
Jasmine: “No it wasn’t! It was tasty! That’s the PROBLEM!”
Nick: (Pats her head) “I’m sorry kiddo, it had to be done for the sake of nutrition and keeping ya healthy.”
Jasmine: (Grumpy kitten noises but she allows herself to be petted)
(Considering Jazzy regularly bites peoples fingers off, I think it’s too late for the blood thing, Hancock)
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my twitter is the designated cat place but i don't want to be too real about this over there!!
i dreamt that my little cat passed away and i'm still deeply upset about it many many hours after waking up from that
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