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abyss-presence · 9 days

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Note: headcanoned to hell; Yellow cat is called Nael and uses he/they; 3rd person pov; maybe swears included?

Ahaha, nooo I totally didn't forget to write and post this last week wdym hahaha

@aniflowers

A Lost Embrace

"It's dark... it's so dark... where am I?" Leshy asks himself into nowhere, the voice of his inner thoughts echoing in the dark abyss of his consciousness. Then he hears it again:

The terrifying sound of his siblings' agonizing screams. He feels liquid dripping down his face, staining his body. And then he hears his voice... His voice, begging to just hear him out, to just let him explain. Clanging of chains follows after, and then Leshy can hear the sound of Narinder practically tearing down his vocal cords with how painfully loud he's yelling. It's not screams of pain, not for the most part. They're screams of betrayal, anguish and hurt. But how dare he sound so pitiful when it was him who betrayed their faith?! And how dare he make Leshy feel so... so... empty. So broken. Confused, lost, scared.

"Did you know that Gods can be scared too?"

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He awakens suddenly from his slumber, with a harsh gasp and a terrible headache. He tries to catch his breath and calm down, but nothing is working. He's trembling like a leaf in cold seasons, unable to control his own body and its natural reaction to fear. Fear... how long has it been since he experienced it in such a raw, unfiltered way? Far too long, that he has forgotten the feeling completely. Feeling the strange liquid begin sticking to his face, he takes off the bandage and fold it neatly, putting it aside for a moment as he feels his face. The sensation of his tears mixed with blood is really unpleasant, so he tries to wipe it away, but it persistently stays on and only seems to flow down his cheeks even more. How annoying.

He tried to figure out whether someone was in the room with him, but felt no presence and no scent around. Actually, where even was he? How and when did he fall asleep? He tries his best to recall what happened before...

"...A God? I thought you already knew?"

To say that Nael was stunned, is like to say nothing at all. A God... how is this possible? Rather, how did he not make the connection before? His slightly strange and unique appearance... his behavior with the cult and the Lamb. It makes so much more sense? "Wait, are you seriously telling me that you didn't know?" Leshy repeats his question again, looking pretty much as flabbergasted as the cat himself is.

Nael doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know how to respond.

"So... you're the God of Darkwood?"

"Yes, I am. Or, rather, used to be. Why? Does that make any difference?"

"...No. No, it... it doesn't." Except for the fact that cats weren't exactly welcome in Darkwood, much like Anura. And to think that he's been talking to the literal diety of that land, the land from which thousands of his brothers were shun away from and left wandering all on their own until they were killed somewhere in Anura... Yeah no, no difference at all.

Leshy seems to pick up on Nael's thoughts, or more so speculate on his thoughts based on the sudden change in his tone of voice.

"Look, I know what you're thinking, but–"

"No. No, don't say anything. I... need a moment to think." Nael gets up and leaves the medical bay abruptly, practically storming out of it. Why did he react to strongly to this information? He didn't know. Was it because he himself was from Darkwood before getting indoctrinated? He doesn't remember. Is it really that big of a deal? He can't tell.

What he knows for certain is that he needs a moment to calm down. Plus, it'd be best to leave the sick child to recover in peace and silence.

Leshy groans in frustration again, clutching his arms tightly. His head is starting to hurt from the amount of thoughts swirling around in his mind all at once, mingling with each other and becoming pure chaos of words and sentences. Very fitting, don't you think?

All of his siblings were here in the cult... even... Him. And yet, their connection is worse than ever. They barely talk with each other. Shamura and Narinder who used to be so close have grown apart and don't speak to one another. If anything, it seems like Narinder is avoiding his sibling. Heket doesn't want to speak to him either, and if he ever tries, she just pushes him away under some lame excuse. Kallamar... Kallamar is a whole different story. So who does he have left now? His followers? They've long gone mad after the death of their God, or were converted to the New Faith, indoctrinated into the Cult of the Lamb much like he was.

The Lamb themselves? He'd rather be impaled on a stick and fried like a delicious kebab than trust them with anything.

That annoying cat, Nael?

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...Well, actually–

"Leshy? Hey, I– Oh dear! What's wrong?!" Nael rushes towards Leshy, taking his handsome face into their paws and closely expecting the strange mix of liquids running down from his empty eye sockets. Was it tears? Was it blood? Was it the leftovers of his divinity? Hard to tell. Nael suddenly freezes when he realizes that this is the first time he sees Leshy without the bandage covering half his face. How peculiar... "Um... what is this...? Are you crying?" Leshy's silence does nothing to relieve Nael's worries. What's gotten into him? Was it because of how he reacted yesterday...? Nonetheless, Nael feels like he has to help his fellow cultist anyway, just out of the kindness of his heart. Moreover, he has done so once, so there's no reason not to do it again.

Nael tried his best to get rid of the strange substance, but to no avail. When he was about to grab a wet towel, he suddenly felt Leshy leaning into their hand on his cheeks, placing his own on top of it like that was the most natural course of action at this very moment. At first, it was extremely strange. An unfamiliar and weird sensation. However, slowly but surely, their tense muscles relaxed and their body language eased up. They sat down next to Leshy on the bed, allowing him to lean his head onto their shoulder. For a while, they sit in a comfortable silence, both their minds preoccupied with their own worries and troubles.

Eventually, Leshy speaks: "The kid... where is he?"

"Without Leader around, we couldn't do much else to cure him." There is a moment of silence, almost like Nael is trying to come to terms with those little bits of lingering regret and guilt as he continues speaking: "Do you remember that spider guy that snitched on us? He said he knows someone who would be able to get the kitten back on his feet in no time."

"So... he just... left the cult ground? Does the Lamb allow that?"

"I'm just as surprised as you. It's the first time I saw someone up and leave the cult with my own eyes."

"And... will you miss him?" Nael slightly turned his head towards Leshy upon hearing that question. For some reason, it caught him off guard.

"Hm... Maybe. It's hard to tell. But I think they made the right decision to get the child somewhere safe where he can be nurtured back to health, instead of keeping him here." While the cat talks, Leshy feels around for their hand, taking it into his own once he found it. "In my opinion, bringing children into the cult is way different than raising them here. So maybe it was meant to be this way after all."

Once more silence has befallen between the two, yet they won't complain about it. It's a soothing quiet, one that makes them both think about their life and the choices that led them here. Strangely enough, they feel content in this moment with one another, like they could conquer the world...

...Together.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #leshycatpril #leshycatpril2024 #this is a late #week 3 #prompt: nightmares #not requested #dividers by cafekitsune

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ithoughticouldwrite · 1 year

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Larissa and Wednesday headcannons? Strictly platonic/any other relationship than ship because ew

Note: I know my post says no Larissa x Wednesday content, but that's for the ship. I'm not doing ship content for them. This ask isn't about the ship and therefore is okay.

Larissa Weems and Wednesday Headcanons/ Rambles

Larissa doesn't like Wednesday at first, at all. In fact to her Wednesday is nothing more than a reminder of what she lost and a threat to what she has left in the beginning.

Regardless of whether or not she likes Wednesday she does feel some sort of protective parental instinct over Wednesday, similar to how she feels about all of the students except maybe a little bit more.

She wants the best for Wednesday and is constantly frustrated that Wednesday just. makes things worse most of the time. intentionally or unintentionally.

There is some mutual respect there between them as Larissa respects Wednesday's determination and Wednesday (seemingly) respects Weems' determination as well.

What Wednesday does not respect is Weems ignoring the past to try to pave a better future, and also her manipulation of circumstances and events in order to keep some semblance of peace.

In a more peaceful setting I can see Weems making an effort to take Wednesday to Uriah's Heap because that's literally where Wednesday would've gone for her Outreach Day assignment if she hadn't traded assignments with Enid so they both got what they wanted. Larissa was attempting to give Wednesday something she might find some joy in.

Larissa wouldn't condone any gravedigging though. She just wouldn't.

Wednesday would slowly come to appreciate Weems in a similar way to how she came to appreciate Enid, although it'd still be slightly different, less of a peer-to-peer bond and more of a weird adult and even weirder child bond.

Neither likes or understands the others sense of style/ personal aesthetic.

Larissa loves listening to Wednesday play her cello.

Larissa would also 100% try to listen to Wednesday to find out what she already knows, and offer her things based off of that.

Wednesday would find the constant offering annoying, which in turn would slowly set up boundaries between them.

Mutual and unspoken distrust of Marilyn Thornhill even though Larissa hired her. (Imo it just seems like Weems did it as a way to foster more peaceful outcast/normie relations and nothing else)

On better terms they'd probably play hide and seek from time to time.

Also on better terms Weems probably would've been allowed in on Wednesday's investigation and less people probably would've died/ been hurt. I mean, Weems knew the monster was a Hyde so...

Larissa does not like Thing at first, and like most takes time to get used to him.

If I think of anything else I'll make a part two, but atm this is all I can think of. Thanks for the ask anon!

#wednesday #wednesday addams #larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday headcanons #larissa weems headcanons #larissa weems and wednesday addams #ask and you shall be answered

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bregee13 · 2 years

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The 5 Hour Spamton Playlist

It's been many months, and it's finally complete enough to share (though I might add more later). And yup, you read that right, it's just over 5 hours long.

I even decided to order it for some reason. So if you're able to listen to the whole thing in order, that's appreciated! Though it's not required of course.

But either way, I hope this playlist drives you up the wall as much as it did to me.

Anyway I'm gonna put a bunch of commentary under the read more. (This thing has been sitting around in my library for almost a year, since a week or two after the chapter 2 release!!!, I have every right to be annoying about it)

(I was originally going to comment on every other thing on the playlist, but then I got overwhelmed lol. Still keeping some of what I wrote. Might elaborate more on some things later idk. )

(Hope y'all like it!)

I tried to keep the Spamton songs in the same order as the soundtrack. In fact, the whole playlist is roughly organized based on those songs! I guess you could say each section has its own themes.

Imagine. You start the playlist eager to hear what bs was added to it. You listen to HEY EVERY !, and then it ends. Everything's quiet. And then "BWAH BWAH WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT-"

I've seen people add Mamma Mia and Dancing Queen to Spamton playlists, which is neat, but ngl Ring Ring and I'm a Marionette fit way better. And they're both really good.

I like to think I Get Around and Outside represent the very beginning of the bigshot era

But Telephone by Red Vox feels like it'd be from a lot later than that. Like someone looking back at the past with regret. And seeing a loss of independence and control.

Y'know, with the perspective constantly changing between different points in Spamtons story, it sorta reminds me of Death of a Salesman. Except not as good.

Anyway Spamton brings us back to the present. Even if it's just for a moment.

GAS GAS GAS I'M GONNA STEP ON THE GAS (surprised how few playlists used these tbh)

Ok ok I know Business Man has nothing to do with Spamton aside from the title, but it's goofy and gives levels of suspicion that felt relevant >:)

I Really, Really, Really Like This Image comes off as a convo between Spamton and Gaster for some reason, and I really really really like that image in my head. Also Jevil is there at the end (ps the image is an image of an egg 😊)

I'm not sure if I can properly explain It's Still Rock and Roll To Me. Pre-bigshot era? Early bigshot era? Idk. It just feels like Spamton to me. Actually Billy Joel music in general seems to fit imo. Can't explain why. Just does.

Haha All Star hehehe!!! Oh DAng it's a cool place and they say it gets colder??? Snowgrave reference??????

I hope when you hear Doin it Right, you know what I WANTED to put there...

At first Baby Hotline felt like me inserting it for the heck of it, but the more I listen to it in the context of Spamton, it fits more. Being put on hold (literally as well as metaphorically), the implications of suicide/suicidal thoughts. There's also kind of an implication of someone rooting for Spamton to improve. (Which would probably be the player, but who knows)

Ngl Promised You A Miracle is a song I stole from my Mirror Man playlist. And it's not the only one. They both share themes of religion/heaven, changing your appearance to be perfect, becoming god/superior to others, and being seen and respected.

Easy Money is a late addition. I couldn't not add it. It's good.

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A

Temporary Secretary

(But seriously, can we agree that Temporary Secretary is definitely a Spamton song? It feels scummy, unsafe, DESPERATE, and dare I say unhinged. )

Cars by Gary Numan. That's all I have to say. It's cars. Spam man likes cars!

When adding Hanging On The Telephone, I had to choose between the Blondie version and the one by The Nerves. I chose the Blondie version. It was gayer.

OuiOui's First Crime was added because Peepy's Theme didn't fully capture how much people wanna baby this middle aged puppet. Also It's OuiOuis First Crime specifically to still show that as much as people love this guy, he isn't as innocent/nice as we sometimes want to make him out to be. He's scamming and killing people! Good for him!!!

Don't You Want Me is another song stolen from the Mirror Man playlist. I like to think in perspective of Spamton, this song has multiple layers. It's about Spamton actually being seen as someone important for once, him asking for reassurance that people want him, and threatening them if they don't. It's about Spamton getting more successful because of Gaster/Mike and wanting independence from them, causing his downfall. It's about teaming up with Kris to become BIG at the expense of Kris and potentially everyone in cybercity. It's about Spamton wanting the player to like and pity him. There's probably more connections that could be made than that even!

I'm too overwhelmed to comment too much more atm, but please know that at a certain point of making this and listening to it over and over trying get the order right, I momentarily mentally turned into Chris McLean from Total Drama. I will not elaborate lmao

#Spotify #spamton #deltarune #spamton g spamton #spamton neo #spotify playlist #It's nowhere near as good as the mm one but prob nothing will lol #I want everyone that listens to this to feel like they're getting hit by a truck

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theskygivesmelife · 3 years

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"I am the master of my fate,"

How ironic that a poem about self control uses this very phrase, whilst ignoring the fact that fate, or destiny actually imply that there can never truly be any control, for all is predetermined from the beginning of time.

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I'd say we don't. Nonexistence is a superior state of existence in my opinion.

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First things first: you don't love me, so stop saying you do. Even if you genuinely believe you do, you'll understand what I mean.

With that said, for the love of God can you stop messaging me? Not on WhatsApp because I will have *deleted* it, and not on Android messages because I can't respond as I don't have any balance. I use my phone only for music or gaming mainly anyway. Speaking of which, I thought I did make it clear that I don't want to talk to you. When was the last time we did talk? Right, your birthday. I don't remember ever being that drained after talking to you. Honestly, it was a pain—was it for you too? I guess that's what happens as one becomes truly apathetic. Seriously, I don't know who you're still trying to contact, but that person's dead. Well, not literally unfortunately, but if you do want to talk to some tired, disillusioned soul I'm still here I guess. As I mentioned, your little I love yous at the end don't really hold, because, you know, you're really just refering to the wrong person. For the record, I've started to think that not only am I incapable of loving, but am also incapable of being loved.

Anyhow, lets just say that if I were Jekyll then I'm Hyde now. To be honest, I don't even know why I'm responding to you. The "fuck her, why give a damn?" voices have been quite loud for some time. Well, I don't think of you all the time, so "fuck the world" might seem more apt as a generalisation. Back to the point: some time ago I'd have actually cared, but I don't give a shit now about anything.

I'll say it now: I don't think it'll ever be a good enough reason for you. I don't think any reason ever will. You'll probably still try to convince me to maintain contact, even though it's so horribly one sided. Well, I just couldn't care less for the most part. It'd probably be good if you wouldn't waste your time on me though. I mean, let's be real. You're not going to get my number once out if this country. Even if you miraculously did, you'd certainly make some replacement friends in college without the downsides that I have, so it'd be pointless. I know you won't listen anyway, and I said that I don't care either. So why am I even trying? I don't know.

If you'll remember I've tried to shut you out multiple times. It's funny now, ~because I feel absolutely nothing now.~ Quite often in the past I'd feel quite regretful or guilty, but now? Heh, just an emotionless robot just moving along now. Going through the motions you know. Still, if there's one thing I should mention, it's that I never lied to you when I said some sentimental crap like caring about you and such. Whoever I was back then, he genuinely ment it. And now, it seems like my wick is shorter than I imagined. It's going to burn up quick. You know what that means? Garima, it means peace at last. So, let me have my time now. I still dream of that little cottage far away, secluded from society. No-one for company. Okay, a cat and a dog. They'll be nice. A drum kit. Video games maybe? What'll I do? Electrician perhaps? Mechanic? Just so long as it isn't a crappy 9-5 job, and actually pays my bills. No people. No friends—do I really have any? No girlfriend—I don't want one (not asexual, but I'm not as horny as you I guess), and I doubt I'm capable of forming a proper relationship anyway. No family—I never had one to begin with. Can you imagine it? All alone and blissful. Just let me be. Please. One way or another, I'm gone. I'm actually feeling sad now typing this, tears in my eyes and all (I haven't cried in forever) but you shouldn't be. You've got a long, long way to go; you'll do well anyway. I don't know what I really was to you, or what I've done to you. I know that I was a hard person to deal with. I can't really list out all the times I've failed you; I hope you will forgive me for them. Believe me when I say that if there was ever I person I really tried to keep happy as often as I could, it was you.

" *Bye, stay healthy and happy* "

I won't—I can't.

Bye.

PS. Nice songs. I still appreciate music I guess, unless it's a really bad day.

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[8/18/2018, 12:03 AM] Prathik: It seems not. Oh well, I was hoping I could talk one last time. Silly of me; you're probably either sleeping or studying for tomorrow's — should I say today's? — test.

[8/18/2018, 12:57 AM] Prathik: You know, I've been thinking: what if I wanted to talk to you one day? Would you then be ready to hold conversation? I think you would, but that doesn't strike me as fair. I mean you say that you'll miss me, but that's something you'll just have to take in your stride. On the contrary, if I miss you, then I try contacting you, and in all likelihood you'll just respond. What do you think?

[8/18/2018, 1:44 AM] Prathik: Maybe you're free tonight? I just want to talk; I don't know what I'm even doing now. Ugh I can't even explain it without sounding like some self pitying shithead. Forget it. I'm sorry

[8/18/2018, 12:42 PM] Prathik: Seriously, the very dynamics of our interactions are messed up. Everything is based on my mood and how I'm feeling. Don't want to talk? No problem! I'll go silent. Depressive episode? No problem! I'll go silent. It's like I can literally choose what and when we get to converse. Tired of our conversations? No problem! I'll just stop talking to you. And all you say is that you'll miss me. Sure, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, but bloody hell — why didn't you ever call me out for my behaviour? Gee, we screwed up...so many flaws and nothing was even done about them.

Yes, I'm ranting. I'll say stupid things, and maybe hurtful things too. If I were completely aware of what it is that sounded like that, then I wouldn't be saying them. Not that it's an excuse for saying anything I shouldn't. You probably shouldn't take anything personally, because in all likelihood, I'll probably just be projecting.

[8/18/2018, 12:52 PM] Prathik: Oh shit, I really need psychological help don't I? Do you think that if I got better, I'd finally stop sabotaging all the relationships I have?

[8/19/2018, 12:19 AM] Prathik: Goodbye

[8/19/2018, 2:25 PM] Prathik: Okay, I'll just leave this here. Just one last thing. I honestly am doubting my mental stability: I'd wager that I'm fairly unstable in general and more so at this point. My mood seems to swing like a fucking pendulum, and for whatever reason, I have and possibly might keep spouting unnecessary shit. So please, just *IGNORE EVERYTHING* I say. *EVERYTHING.* Except this one last message. Please. It's all I ask.

[8/19/2018, 2:54 PM] Prathik: I'm also not going to be using WhatsApp anymore — no point now right? — so I guess you'll be spared if having to reply to anything.

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[8/8/2018, 10:24 PM] Prathik: Bloody hell, always nice to me even though I don't deserve it. Can't just go study like you ought to or talk to anyone else? You've got tons of friends after all. Perhaps one day they'll give you a consolation prize saying "good effort; hard luck" and maybe then you'll see how you're just wasting your time. Whatever. It's not like I can control you or force you to behave in a certain manner. Stupid world. Just leave me be

[8/8/2018, 10:52 PM] Prathik: I don't even know why you don't give in. I mean, what am I to you? Some depressed idiot that makes you feel better about yourself? I don't think that's the narrative you've sold to me, so that's probably not the reason.

It's kinda like you're an ant running against the wind. Not any wind, though, just that which is being blown by some sadistic little kid. It keeps running into it. Over and over it tries and fails. The wind keeps pushing it back, but the ant doesn't see how futile it's attempts are. It doesn't see that despite the fact that it keeps trying, nothing's going to change. It has so many other avenues of exploration, ones that would certainly lead to a great reception from the colony, but oh no. The ant keeps running, hoping that the resistance will decrease. Eventually the boy just blows harder, and the ant flies away and lands on its back. (Good thing it has an exoskeleton.) Only then does it see how pointless its efforts were, and that they were better off invested somewhere else.

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You know how people throw that fucking annoying platitude around? That things will get better? Doesn't happen. It's no different in its progression from a physical illness, and once you go beyond a certain stage you're only living on fumes at that point. Limited time. But it'll get better they say. Fucking hell, it can also get worse, but who's willing to actually concede that bleak truth?

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Yeah, maybe. I don't know. I'm just getting worse mentally. I mean, I set the suicide date for when I'm 25. It's only kept dropping. I started considering pushing it to college years, and now I'm genuinely pondering whether I should just drop out of college like when I'm 19 or so and be done with it — at least I won't have to wonder about how you'll come meet me in USA lol. I'm also drawing more blanks in tests. It's not like I don't know, it's just making me more and more anxious. Like the psychology UT we had just some time ago. I left 12 marks because it seemed to easy to be true and I thought I was wrong. I got 17.5 . And meeting people, ugh. Worse than ever. Sure I'm introverted, but at this rate I'm practically going to become a hermit. My ability to function like a sane person is waning, and it's actually quite clear. It's makes me awe struck and horrified at the same time seeing how someone is so capable of self sabotage. Yeah, I don't think I was made for this world. Just one big mistake that hasn't been taken care of yet.

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Oh, if you haven't listened to it already, you really should listen to Heroes by David Bowie. Please do, if you haven't yet. Just this one song.

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[6/28/2018, 12:13 AM] Prathik: I love you.

[6/28/2018, 12:14 AM] Prathik: ^ I just felt like saying that.

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You don't get it. I don't know for sure that you like talking to me. Yes, you've said so so many times that I've lost track. I'd be lying if I said that it were enough to convince me. It isn't; you can't do anything to change my perception of myself, and sometimes I'll project, being the idiot I am after all. There's never going to be a time when I can the voice that says you're you're just using me for some kicks or something to shut up. That doubt will never go, and every time you say something like that, I'll make sure to interpret it as evidence that even you don't care, that you just let your guard down. You can't ever really make me satisfied or happy, so don't throw away any more of your time actually trying to justify anything. If you know that what you've done is fine, then it's fine.

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[6/12/2018, 8:51 PM] Prathik: Speaking of which, it's interesting that you brought up the fact that our relationship is dysfunctional. Not that I really addressed it well when you originally meantioned it. It does make me wonder, are the dynamics of the way we interact with each other actually healthy? Perhaps we're just fucking each other in the ass and not even realising it? While it's a possibility that I consider, you should know that I don't think the second one is too probable. All the same, it's bothersome enough to actually consider pondering over. Funny, though, how I've just turned a blind eye to it; best relationship you've had you say. Pretty much the same for me, I suppose that's why I've not considered anything that suggests contrary to that opinion.

You know, we never did our cliched apologies. I'm not sure what exactly to apologise for; however, I don't have any qualms admitting that I did fuck up. I'm not sure it makes any sense to apologise for going silent for a month. Honestly, while I did miss you, I'm not sure of how much I actually regret it. Heck, if I hadn't misunderstood your message and not responded... Moreover, what's the point of saying sorry for something I've done multiple times and might do again anyway? It probably does defeat the purpose of it. I do regret making you angry though. I'm not too proud of getting you pissed off, I honestly am sorry about that. That conversation just didn't go the way I'd have liked it to I guess...

[6/12/2018, 8:53 PM] Prathik: Also, is it just me or have things between us changed? I mean, the one month silence probably did more harm than good. It'd have probably been better had I never done anything, or had not stupidly misinterpreted what you said and stayed silent after all. I don't know, I'm not saying it has anything to do with you anyway. I know who's responsible if something is wrong after all.

[6/12/2018, 10:04 PM] Prathik: Oh, today I mixed NaOH with NH4Br, boiled it and inhaled it. I also had to do some speaking for a group activity in English, and I didn't really fuck it up at all or get shaky knees

Just saying. Anyway, which Tapasya acquaintances are you still in touch with?

[6/12/2018, 10:42 PM] Prathik: Oh look, they just killed off net neutrality in USA. Fucking Ajit Pai. As if he didn't have an incredibly punchable face to begin with.

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[6/10/2018, 10:05 AM] Prathik: If you say so. Read at your own inconvenience.

Since I'm idiotic enough, I decided to read more of the dude's articles. Lost a ton of brain cells. Also, don't read the comments. Nutty, the lot of them.

[6/10/2018, 11:00 AM] Prathik: "The power of propaganda always surprises me. Only 30 years ago, homosexuality was almost universally condemned, and now it’s accepted in half the world and half the States. Clearly, the natural position worldwide is that homosexuality is a disorder, and should be condemned. The problem is, we lost the youth. Somehow, homosexual advocates were able to brainwash and indoctrinate them into accepting it. If you talk to anyone my age, they believe that homosexuality poses no health risks (homosexuals have a 5 times higher chance of getting HIV) and that they are born as homosexuals (despite no scientific evidence.) IMO this is a result of two things: homosexual propaganda (esp. through the internet) and the collapse of the traditional marriage model. The parents simply haven’t taught their children about Christianity and thus they are easy prey for the homosexual movement.

Honestly, I am very pessimistic and I feel that it’s only going to get worse as time goes on. More and more ‘Christians’ are accepting this behavior day by day and it’s heartbreaking."

Has to be the most ironic things I've ever read. Talks about propaganda and indoctrination, but completely turns a blind eye to how he's become what he is.

[6/10/2018, 6:29 PM] Prathik: And now, I've realised that I could have actually spent my time better by talking to you on the phone as you suggested. Not that I studied one bit as I planned to do.

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[6/9/2018, 1:56 AM] Garima Joshi: Bye now, love you.

[6/9/2018, 1:57 AM] Prathik: Bye. Love you.

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if I could really recover from the depressed, socially anxious, and suicidal person I am today, believe me I'd let you know immediately. I promise.

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[3/20/2018, 3:01 AM] Garima Joshi: I know you said you were tired. Thanks for sticking around. Always great talking to you.

[3/20/2018, 3:02 AM] Prathik: It's always fun talking to you. So.. yeah. Do we say goodnight or goodmorning at this point?

[3/20/2018, 3:03 AM] Prathik: Yeah. Stay safe in Delhi will you? Bye.

[3/20/2018, 3:04 AM] Garima Joshi: I'll try, I'll try.

Have a good day (today)

Bye, love you.

[3/20/2018, 3:06 AM] Prathik: I thought you said cheesy stuff were grossing you out...

I'm sorry, did I sound a little overprotective?

[3/20/2018, 3:13 AM] Garima Joshi: Okay Patrick I love you v much but I'll find you a wife tomorrow, for now you need those 2 hours 58 minutes of beauty sleep to rope in all those women

[3/20/2018, 3:13 AM] Prathik: Lulz. Fine. Love you too.

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