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doing my part for atstutodober O7
#ghost's doodles#osomatsu san#atsutodo#todomatsu#oso san posting#gooooddd i really want merch of the chill matsu stuff....#but they didnt make atsushi into a keychain </3#a CRIME. unless if i do it later down the line. merch store mayhaps?!?!!?#<- prob not happening for a while the thought of the financial stuff scares me lol#there Will be more hopefully. if my pen doesnt wanna be a little shit
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Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 22
aka Caleo uni au
Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come outâŚ
Chapter summary:Â Leo Valdez can be sweet when he wants to.
A/N:Â Sorry for the long break! The holidays were a rather busy time for me so it did good to take some time off from writing. But now I'm back for my weekly updates (at least I hope I am)! And not just with any chapter but a long-ish chapter full of Caleo fluff :) I really hope you guys enjoy! Please let me know what you think because I 100% mean it when I say I love reading your comments!!
Words:Â 3200+Â
Genre: romance & hurt/comfort
Warnings: none
previous chapter / AO3
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Once Calypso had made up with Leo and Annabeth, she had new issues to deal with. When she paid her rent for the month, she noticed that she only had enough money for one more monthâs rent, not even including the other living costs such as food, other daily necessities and school supplies. She had pushed back the job hunting earlier partially because the friendship issues had made her feel too low to care about that kind of thing, partially because she had no idea what she could do, only having a high school level education and no special skills. She had only ever worked at her fatherâs company and that was not something she wanted to advertise in her applications. But now she was in a situation that unless she wanted to return to the very place she wanted to stay away from, she had to come up with something.
Annabeth and Piper had seen some of the clothes and other items she had sewed and made with her own hands and encouraged her to sell them but Calypso herself wasnât entirely convinced they were good enough to be sold. She was also a decent enough artist but with a class full of artists just as good (some even better) than her, what would make her stand out in the public? Her people skills werenât amazing either so she doubted that she would make a good retail worker. But she knew she would probably have to come out of her comfort zone in this case, so if anyone was willing to hire her, sheâd accept it.
She was startled when she suddenly heard a familiar voice from the other room: âSunshine, Iâmma head out to buy some groceries and stuff for a new project. You need anything?â
In some other situation, Calypso would have been thankful for the offer, but she was still feeling like a nervous wreck because of her earlier discovery. Thatâs why the words escaped her before she could stop herself: âHuh? No, I donât think so? And I can still buy my own groceries, thank you very much.â
âSorry, I just thought Iâd ask⌠I didnât mean toâŚâ Leo seemed a bit baffled by her outburst. He was already about to head out when Calypso came out of her room and stopped him.
âNo, Iâm sorry.â She sighed, looking regretful. âI was just on the edge because I just noticed my financial situation isnât exactly the best⌠But that is something I need to figure out on my own, I donât want charity.â
âWell, I wasnât gonna buy you a car or anything,â Leo tried to crack a joke. âJust thought that if youâre running out of milk or something, I could have saved you the trouble⌠Since Iâm going there anywayâŚâ
âOh⌠no, I donât think I need anything,â she said, this time a lot softer. âBut thank you for asking.â
âNo prob, Sunshine,â Leo replied, looking relieved now that he knew she wasnât actually angry at him. âBut hey, if you do need help with, like, searching for a job, or something, Iâm your man.â
Calypso tried to keep her face neutral even though she had a feeling her cheeks were probably red. âIâll⌠keep that in my mind.â
âWell, see you soon,â Leo said after the two just kept staring at each other for a while. He seemed to be sizing her, possibly still a bit thrown off by her weird reaction before he put his coat on (Calypso noticed it was the same shade of red as a lot of his shirts seemed to be. And it was also rather snugly fit, definitely not a bad sight, she thought before she had time to stop herself) and took his bags, leaving her alone.
âSee you,â she said quietly when the door was already closed.
Once sure that Leo was far enough and not coming back, Calypso leaned her back against the wall of her room, sliding down into a sitting position on the floor. Throwing her head back, she groaned at herself. She had thought that the small falling out they had had because of the Percy incident might have affected her feelings towards Leo, but it seemed to become clearer and clearer every day that wasnât the case. Even if she had admitted to Hazel and Annabeth that those feelings were not quite flatmate like, it was a whole different thing to really come to terms with that fact. She was falling quite hard.
The more she thought about it, the more she freaked out. Her relationships before one faithful day during her teenage years had failed badly (and that was over 5 years ago anyway) and the online dating she had done afterwards⌠Well, now that Calypso thought about it, only the conversation with Percy had seemed to be going somewhere. All the people she had cared about had left her and never come back. That, along with the fact that she had spent a lot of time alone in the past, had left her scared of relationships and ruined her self esteem, making her think that she simply wasnât good enough. If Leo left too⌠she wasnât sure how sheâd handle that. Not to even mention, her dad was still probably looking for her and getting Leo mixed into that would be very dangerous for him. No matter what Annabeth said about wanting to help.
Biting her lip, she decided there was only one option. No matter what she felt, she should try to treat Leo just like any of her friends and conceal her true feelings. Having Leo in her life just as a flatmate was way better than not having him in it at all. When she remembered her friendsâ hints that perhaps Leo himself wasnât as indifferent to her as he probably should be, she suddenly felt like crying. In different circumstances⌠maybe they could be happy together, go on dates, hold hands⌠Now she would inevitably have to let him go when someone else would realize that Leo was a great person worth dating.
Calypso didnât know how long she had been sitting there, and she also hadnât noticed that there were tears running down her cheeks. She didnât snap out of her daze until she heard the front door clunking again, this time indicating that Leo had already returned.
âPlease just ignore meâŚâ Calypso ranted in her head, but no luck. She heard steps from outside her room, stopping right in front of it. Swiping her wet cheeks quickly into her hands, she stood up from the floor just in time for Leo to knock on her door. Calypso didnât really want to open it when she was in that emotional state but she knew that not answering would raise even more questions. Her messy looks she could always try to shrug off as a âbad dayâ, she decided.
âYeah?â she asked weakly, opening the door to reveal her flatmate with that stupid trademark grin of his on his face. He seemed pretty happy about something he had or was about to do. The late autumn wind had made his curly hair even messier than usual and his cheeks were red from the cold weather and the exercise but his eyes were sparkling excitedly, like he couldnât wait to show her something. He started: âI went to the hardware store andâŚâ He quickly stopped when he noticed Calypsoâs expression and puffy eyes. His happiness immediately melted away. âHey, whatâs wrong? Have you been crying?â
âItâs been a rough day,â Calypso sighed, looking down. âDonât worry, I was just being overwhelmed by the loads of uni work before the exam season. And like I told you before, I need a job⌠But⌠itâs nothing I canât handle.â
âAlright, if youâre sureâŚâ Leo narrowed his eyes slightly, probably sensing that she wasnât telling him the entire truth. âBut yeah, I was gonna give you something. Hope it cheers you up a bit. He handed her a tiny packet of what seemed like flower seeds but before Calypso had time to read the text on it, he started explaining.
âSo, I was gonna tell you that I went to the hardware store to buy me some supplies, and you know how they sell all kinds of seeds there as well? Well, I just happened to notice these while waiting for my turn to pay for my stuff and I just randomly decided to buy them.â
âBut⌠why?â Calypso asked, finally looking at Leo directly.
âUmâŚâ He started rubbing the back of his neck. âRemember when Festus jumped on your desk and broke it? There was a plant on it too⌠and I never replaced it. When I saw those,â he nodded towards the packet Calypso was holding, âI remembered that the plant looked like that⌠At least I think it did⌠Iâm no good with that kind of stuff⌠But I know you care about your plants⌠so I thought itâd be only fair if I got you those. I know itâs not gonna be the exact same one you had, butâŚâ
Leo didnât manage to finish his sentence because Calypso couldnât contain her feelings anymore. She closed the space between them and hugged him even tighter than the time they had had a game night with Jason and Piper. No one had gotten anything for her in years, and even if the seed bags didnât cost much, it was the thought that mattered way more to her. She had never expected him to remember such a detail from several months ago when they hadnât even been friends, but apparently he did.
âUh, Cal, some air would be nice,â Leo said jokingly when it started seeming she didnât even want to let him go. He didnât attempt to break the hug, though, instead gently stroking her back. âWow, Sunshine,â he said in an attempt to lighten the mood, âYouâd think I bought you a house based on your reaction.â
Calypso raised her head from his shoulder, giving him a half hearted glare as she broke the hug.
âIâm not allowed to be thankful for a gift? You donât know⌠You donât understandâŚâ
âUnderstand what?â Leo raised his eyebrows.
Calypso took a deep breath before answering. âI havenât gotten gifts from anyone since I turned 16. And even then it was just⌠uh, never mind. The point is that Iâm not used to such nice gestures⌠And I didnât think youâd remember⌠It was my favorite plant. So excuse me if Iâm feeling a bit emotional because your gift was more thoughtful than you probably realized.â
âOK, sorry,â Leo apologized quickly. âIf youâre not used to nice gestures, Iâm not used to displays of affection so I got a bit surprised, thatâs all⌠Well, either way, Iâm glad I got you something you care about.â
Calypsoâs expression softened again. âYeah. Thank you. Iâm sure they will look pretty.â
Suddenly Calypso realized she was feeling a little dizzy, not sure if from the crying or from the smell of the mechanic oil she had just smelled on Leoâs shirt as she had hugged him. Sitting down on her bed, she leaned her face into her hands.
âUm, are you really OK?â Leo asked. âI know itâs not any of my business, but⌠if I can help you somehow, let me know.â
After a while, Calypso looked up from her hands, having half expected Leo to leave already. âIf you happen to know anyone whoâd be willing to hire an inexperienced, uneducated young woman, sure, be my guest,â she muttered.
âHey.â Leo sat down next to Calypso on her bed, nudging her arm slightly. âWhereâs the Calypso who has told me to fight my fear? Iâm sure there are plenty of people out there whoâd be willing to hire you if they knew how talented you are.â
âWait⌠what?â Calypso wasnât sure if she had heard right. Even if they had been friendly towards each other for a while now, she didnât remember Leo complimenting her like that before. âWhy would you say that?â
âBecause itâs true!â Leo exclaimed, his eyes gleaming fiercely the same way Calypso had seen a couple of times earlier. âYou are a talented person and even I can see that. You can draw and paint â I bet youâd do way better blueprints for machines than I do. To be honest, Iâd probably hire you to do that if I could. You create a lot of things with your own hands â like that one dress you wore the other day, right? Like, OK, I wear overalls all the time so you can take my opinion with a grain of salt, but I thought it looked neat.â
âButâŚâ
âBut there are other things as well,â Leo continued persistently. âYou know a lot and youâre always working on something â if not something university related, you take care of your plants or bake or something like that â and I think under that hard cover of yours youâre actually a super caring person. I dunno, those are things that at least I value. But maybe Iâm the weird one here.â He rolled his eyes as if everything he had just said had been very obvious.
âLeoâŚâ Calypso just stared at him with wide eyes, not finding the right words. She hadnât been emotionally prepared for Leo showering her with compliments. If her cheeks had felt warm earlier, they were definitely burning now, and her eyes felt weird too⌠like she was going to cry again. âIâŚâ
âShhh. Crying doesnât suit you, Sunshine. Luckily Uncle Leo is good at bad jokes that make the ladies laugh. How about this: What do you give to a sick lemon? Or⌠why didn't the astronaut come home to his wife?â
âLeonidas,â Calypso repeated but this time she did it with an annoyed groan. That was apparently what Leo had wished, though, because he grinned at her in return.
âAlright, I wonât finish that one!â he raised his hands up. âBut it did work because thereâs still some spice left in you. Thatâs what I wanted to see.â
âYouâre the only person I know who can literally go from 100 to 0 when trying to cheer someone up,â Calypso said, but her mouth twitched. âBut thanks. As much as I hate to admit it, I think it might have worked. For your information,â she added unexpectedly, âyou give lemon aid to a sick lemon and the astronaut needed his space.â
âI think my job here is done,â Leo said approvingly, taking one step closer to her. Calypso had seen his brown eyes sparkling when he was happy and burning when he was mad but now she thought they seemed soft and warm, unlike she had seen before. And her heart skipped a beat when she registered that the reason for the warmth might have been⌠she herself. He looked at her right in the eyes and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear before his fingers moved to her face. He brushed some of the wetness off with his thumb and for one, short second Calypso thought that he also wanted to do something else⌠touch her jaw, her lips⌠But that moment ended fast when he cleared his throat and pulled his hand away. One, tiny part of Calypsoâs brain yelled: âno!â while the rational part tried to be relieved.
âUm⌠You had something thereâŚâ Leo tried to brush his previous actions off. âAnyway. Like I said I have no doubt someone wouldnât hire you. But now that I think of it, I remember hearing from my moms that one of their friends is looking for a holiday helper at her flower shop that is quite near Waystation. The holidays are always a busy time there and the ownerâs daughter, who has usually been the one helping, has moved away, so they could really use an extra hand.â
âA flower shop?â Calypso asked, hope starting to flicker in her eyes. âDo you think they may have a lot of applicants?â
âWho knows.â Leo shrugged. âI think it might be a pretty popular place⌠but you canât win if you donât try, huh?â
âYeah. Youâre right,â Calypso agreed. âDo you know how I can contact the place?â
âHold on for a moment. I can call Emmie and ask,â Leo said and left Calypso alone in her room, baffled by what had just happened but also a bit hopeful. Maybe at least something would turn out right even if her social life would probably continue to be a mess.
A few minutes later Leo returned with a piece of paper in his hands and a satisfied expression on his face. It told Calypso that he had managed to get the number.
âHere you go, Sunshine! Hope youâll still remember me and how I helped you when you become rich and famous.â He winked.
âI know I���ve told you this before but you really are a weirdo,â Calypso shot back but took the piece of paper gratefully. She excused herself to make a phone call and managed to get a hold of the owner of the flower shop who suggested a meeting for the next day. After finishing the phone call, Calypso searched for Leo who had withdrawn into the living room to watch a movie.
âSo⌠Iâm going to have an interview with the owner tomorrow,â she told him. âKeep your thumbs up that it will go fine. Iâm kind of nervous, to be honest.â
âIâd keep even my big toes up if needed but I think youâre gonna do great,â Leo noted. âFor reals. Have some faith.â
âEasier said than done,â Calypso sighed. âYou probably understand.â
âI⌠yeah,â Leo admitted, thinking about one moment only about a week earlier when he had felt like nothing would work out. âBut for what itâs worth, there are people who do support you.â
âYou too?â Calypso asked carefully even though she was a bit scared of his answer.
âYeah, me included.â Leo nodded.
âListen, Leo⌠Thanks⌠for everything youâve done for me today. Not just the seeds and the phone number, the emotional support too. It really helped.â
She surprised even herself by leaning closer to Leo and giving him a quick peck on his cheek. He went completely speechless and just rubbed the spot on his cheek Calypso had kissed absentmindedly as Calypso waited for him to say something.
âUhh⌠you⌠youâre welcome?â he finally stuttered when Calypso had already started thinking she had crossed some line with the cheek kiss and they were back on square one.
âI should probably go back to do some researchâŚâ she said. âIâve had a hard time focusing on anything lately but Iâm feeling better now so hopefully I will manage to make some progress with some assignments. Have fun with your movie!â She attempted to sound cheerful even though the two sides of her brain were having an intense battle in that moment. One said: âwhy donât you just stay with him? The assignment can wait!â while the other side wanted to run from that situation before Calypso did something she would regret.
âAlright⌠Thanks. And good luck with that!â Leo said. Calypso was convinced that she just imagined it but to her he had seemed just a bit disappointed that she hadnât joined him. When she was back in her room, she exhaled sharply. So much for that âbeing just friendsâ. She would really have to start working harder on that before someone got hurt.
#caleo#leo valdez#calypso#heroes of olympus#percy jackson and the olympians#trials of apollo#my fics#caleo uni au
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Hiya hiya, itâs time for me to properly talk abt LRTN - because Iâve talked about it here and there but nothing clear and concise abt my situation and my plans to continue etc, and in general itâs been on my mind. This will be 99% just explanation of my past, uh, over half a year though because this has also affected my friendships with people outside of this too and just, idk, I donât like saying I feel like I owe an explanation bc I rly donât, people have been kind and understanding and I appreciate it.
But I want to explain so if you wanna know why I havenât been writing or answering messages, you should probs find the answer under the cut!!! Warnings though that Iâm gonna be talking abt rly personal stuff and some kinda heavy things too, so no need to feel pressured to read! This is meant for those who want answers and not as a plea for attention or anything ^^;
Anyways....
I feel like I should start with the fact that most people following me and LRTN probs know already, but I have struggled with mental illness for.... a long time, half my life in fact. It isnât something I came here to talk about, but it is related to tons of abuse from multiple sources etc. So please keep an open mind reading!
Anyways so over half a year ago, in November 2017, first of all NaNo happened. I could balance that out with LRTN, at first, but then in the mid of the month I started this uh, work practice experience thing. My vocabulary in English fails me here but, basically, it was this government funded project to help young people get into working life/back to âââânormal lifeââââ so basically rehab work. It was in a flower shop, owned by my grandmaâs friend.
The work experience itself was incredibly pleasant, I loved the job and I loved my boss and she was rly nice to me all the time. But it was time and energy-consuming. And another problem with the work was that - as most of u probs know, Iâm a trans guy. But Iâm not out to my grandma yet bc sheâs very religious and my mom has been so worried for my safety so... Anyways, so I couldnât obviously be out in the workplace either. And my grandma would visit daily and it was mentally really rough for me.
To also explain, I have bad agoraphobia to begin with. Iâm deathly scared of public spaces, wide places, strange people, talking to people and 99% of the time I canât even go outside alone. Which was what this work was trying to give me rehab for. And it helped, it really did! But my grandma.... made it so much more difficult to manage my mental health bc it was an extra stress factor constantly. She has a way of words to make me feel useless too so, I kept feeling inadequate constantly when she was there and like I was doing things wrong.
Anyways!! Thatâs for the work part! But also, in the beginning of me starting work there, my friendâs dog who I had taken care of a lot and who was a huge part of my life, passed away sadly. I started seeing nightmares every night and losing sleep rapidly. I used to sleep 8-10 hours each night, but back then I started sleeping 4-6 and thatâs continued up to this day and itâs been.... completely exhausting me. Iâll probs talk abt that more in detail but. To continue to this situation:
So, all in all, there was way too many things going on at once that November-December. Add onto that the holiday season which had a lot of relatives - a lot of my grandma too - and it has always been a bad time of the year for me. I managed to hang on by spending time with friends - a friend came to visit me for almost two weeks and that helped me keep myself together.
But also, I was supposed to look for another place to work at through this whole time, because my grandmaâs friend had promised to take me only for the Christmas season bc after that she just wouldnât have work for me due to a quiet season. I did apply for a few places but.... I couldnât bring myself to put myself completely to it bc of all the phone calls which scare me just as much as going outside.
Anyways, Christmas comes and goes, Iâm still somehow hanging on, and then we go on a trip with my friends. It was an amazing trip, I had fun with them, most of them live in other cities so I donât see them often so I loved seeing them....!!
And then I went back home. Back home into my messy apartment, where I realized Iâm almost always alone. And I had a huge breakdown. I stopped eating properly for a while - I canât exactly give proper dates after this bc itâs been kind of ongoing with various intensity after that..... I go through periods of not eating, I havenât been able to start sleeping bc I find it so hard to go to sleep, I keep waking up from nightmares - nightmares of various subjects, not rly abt by friendâs dog even but just... all sorts of bad things.Â
And I havenât had the energy to talk to anyone, keep up any relationships. Thereâs only one group chat where I talk daily, the group of friends I went on a trip with who Iâve known for years now. And even to them, I donât talk privately! Itâs only the group chat! Other group chat I talk semi-actively in is the group of friends in my city, who I go to shop with etc but... Again itâs only semi-actively that I manage to talk there either.
As you may guess, I couldnât find a new place to work in the beginning of the year. After the trip, I went through weeks without answering any phone calls - my therapist helped me call off the rehab work bc clearly it wasnât the best option anymore. But that sparked all sorts of money problems that have plagued me since then, and letâs just say things havenât been great on that front.Â
Middle of all of this, I did figure out I had a huge fear of silence, so I need to constantly have videos, games, music, something running so that there is noise. I also need to have something to do to distract my thoughts even further or Iâll start to spiral into negativity.......
I do go through periods of creativity, but it only sparks on the drawing front. So to get on the topic of LRTN! I havenât written anything proper since November. Iâve started a few background stories for DnD OCs and I canât even finish those! I write maybe a page and I have to drop it bc I canât stand the silence, having only me and music and no video or game or anything. (As for why I donât watch vids while writing, I canât concentrate on writing if I hear like, speech or smth similar. I canât listen to rap either when writing bc itâs too distracting.)
But kind of with writing and esp with LRTN has been the problem that, the longer time goes on, the more daunting it feels to return to it!!! Iâm already in the spot that I would need to reread LRTN to continue writing it (to remember all the plot things planned and the characterization etc) and!!! I do plan on doing that!!! But I canât, I just canât take the silence while Iâm reading so Iâve kind of been putting it off and off. For way too long. Iâm trying to figure out a way around this, but I DO MEAN TO RETURN TO LRTN!!! That is certain!! I do intend to finish it, I need to get the story out after planning it for so long!!!
But thatâs kind of the status quo on the LRTNâs part, I want to continue and with each kind comment my heart just keeps breaking bc I just want to write it so bad!!!! I want to continue!!!! But Iâm just so stressed out from the loneliness and silence that I canât bring myself to write!!!Â
But yeah Iâm not saying this seeking answers, this is my personal problem and no one needs to feel bad abt any of this or feeling like youâre pressuring me. All the comments are rather just so kind and inspiring that I feel like the luckiest guy from time to time. So thank you to everyone, the commenters and ALSO ESPECIALLY FRIENDS who have been so understanding and nice and been by my side even when Iâve locked myself up from everyone just to cry and weep over how much I suck....
Anyways to kind of give a status update on what this breakdown has even been abt and why itâs been making me distance myself, itâs bc Iâve been dealing with feelings of worthlessness, fearing abandonment and also just not having plain energy to answer and then feeling like itâs scary to answer after so long has passed without me saying anything. I feel like Iâm constantly late.
Also, to current situation, my mental health has been on the rise, which is why Iâm talking about this in the first place bc I have the energy to explain properly! On the... life front though, my life has been kind of a void of me waking up, playing mobile games, not eating much, not sleeping much, and kind of being just a messy waste of space. My apartment is a mess, my financial situation is even more of a mess still bc the depression is making me waste any extra money on stupid stuff and then me sacrificing food and such to save money for rent etc. I was also declared âunfit to workâ by the government on another paper but âfit to workâ on another so now Iâm kind of in the space where Iâm not actually capable of working fulltime by my health but also being forced to work bc I donât have the ~right diagnosisâ~ to not work.....
SO!! Itâs been kind of a whirlpool of stress!!! Anyways idk how to end this huge rant, thank you if you read all of this and I hope this shed some light on the situation????
If u ever wanna reach out to me, I still donât answer private messages well but youâre free to try and Iâll try to answer to my best abilities, but I feel like asks are the easiest way to reach out to me right now bc those I do get to eventually bc they donât feel as personal and so scary for my socially anxious mind, idk!!! But thank u for reading, for understanding and for caring abt dumb old me!!!!
#urpo talks#long post#under the cut at least#idk if mobile tumblr still works well with read more's#ANYWAYS there u go a way too long of an explanation#i've been sweating and crying a bit too much so i'll have to idk get water and chill#but feel free to reply or send asks or smth if u have anything to say#and i'll read them and hopefully answer them too!!
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Never posted anything more embarrassing but I felt the need to talks
Will prob take this down eventually out of embarrassment.đđđđđđ
Why b1a4? Simple. Among all of this they put a smile on my face. A real one. Not the fake one that I fooled so many with.
People see things. Sometimes they see too much. Someone finally confronted me about this and I literally broke out bawling. I didnât realize how much pain built up inside of me before I exploded. I come across to people as the âIâm not high itâs my personalityâ kind, basically the definition of an extrovert. Itâs in those moments that Iâm quiet or I look concerned when people ask âwhatâs wrong with herâ Nothing is wrong. Iâm just taking a break from my act. Sometimes I just want to disappear so people donât even guess whatâs going on inside of me. I canât let them guess. Itâll let them down. I tell myself everyday âwho needs another girl spreading stuff about her problems at homeâ. I wanted to be that person people cry on when theyâre down. I want to be that person other people rely on. I want to be the one who can keep a secret, who can make you smile, and sometimes laugh for the dumbest reasons. I want to be that person. The happy one. The loud one. The exciting one. The friendly one. I want way too much. I want to be that person I need myself.
At dance today, I broke out crying. This doesnât happen too often. Usually itâs for two reasons: emotion and personal stuff. When you dance, the expression on your face is crucial, and I kind of lived by the âfake it til you make itâ mantra. Itâs very simple: I have three practiced face expressions that I use all the time. No more no less. My first and probably most impacting coach once started yelling that I didnât express enough. I held it in. He kept yelling and yelling, I was nine at the time, and bam. A tear rolled. I couldnât hold it in any longer. Something about acting kills me. I canât do it. Period. Suddenly his face expression softened and he said âfinally. You cried.â He made me cry on purpose. He said I was holding too much in. I hate to admit it, but he was right. The next thing he made me do was run outside and scream my lungs out. Just let it out. I couldnât do it. I cried again. To me crying is a big deal because i thought it made me weak. I was pretty tomboyish in those years and I have brothers. Crying is not cool. Iâm sorry Iâm writing all of this, but something happened today and I have to let the words spill. The second thing that makes me break down is talking. Sharing. Telling. Iâve never told anyone. I can talk to my siblings but even they make a joke of our problems at home. Lucky them. College let them escape. I had to live here. I talk to my cat, partially the reason I love him so much. He listens. But then he walks away and next thing you know, he didnât hear a word. Sometimes you need somebody to talk to. The people who guessed something was wrong said something like âI you ever need someone to talk to, Iâm hereâ I would. But I canât. Today at dance my teacher confronted me about skipping. Why my dad didnât want to bring me. Why I donât hold my posture. She wanted an explanation, and she stared intensely. I formulated the words. I have problems at home. She wanted details. But I couldnât talk, I broke down bawling. Thatâs when she understood what was really going on. She told me I didnât have o side with a parent. I couldnât lose myself. I love them both. I canât believe Iâm making such a big deal of this, people have problems that are so much worse than mine. At this point I just want to spill all of my secrets. There are too many secrets. 1. My heart. I was sent to a cardiologist recently. 2. My lungs. Pretty screwed up. 3. Foot pain. I tell people Iâm fine but the broken bone in my foot will never heal. The pain of walking haunts me every day. 4. Social awkwardness. According to Erik sons theory Iâm screwed up. Talking in big groups intimidates me and I canât look people in the eye. It might not seem like it, but I completely avoid outings and meet ups. 5. I ate the bagels. Donât question it. 6. I read romance novels for two reasons: I try to cover up the fact that I love romance with books about dystopias and dragons. But Iâm a sucker for romance because maybe the person whoâs shoulder id cry on will be him. You know? 7. All my friends had their first kiss in middle school. Pffft I donât even keep this a secret when I say I suck I relationships. 8. I donât know if Iâll make it though school because sooner or later Iâll have to choose what to do with my life. I try to act smart, but sometimes I feel so stupid and I have no idea what to do. 9. The biggest one: my coffee obsession is not real. When you feel down and you donât want to talk, drinking something makes people think youâre not talking cause youâre too busy drinking. It gets me through social situations. I donât wanna talk, I drink coffee. Period.
itâs funny because I just realized something- my anime manga kpop obsession started when the stuff at home started. Judge me all you want, but itâs a get away you know? Some people have friends. I have a freaking laptop đ
Iâm crying while typing this. Shit Itâs crazy cause Iâm not on my period. My dad tries so hard to please me. But at the same time itâs because heâs jealous of my mom spending so much time with me. So they yell. Hours. People question why I start my homework so late and why I have to finish it on the bus. âYou had so much time.â I say the usual. I had dance. The reality is that I canât function when people are yelling. I have no social life, no house to run to, no friends to crash with. Sometimes I feel alone. And Idk why the hell I posted this.
I want my friends to see me as someone strong. Thatâs why I canât tell them when Iâm weak. The problem is, Iâm always weak. I donât want to quit dance I donât want financial problems. I donât too much. Iâm selfish. And Iâm too scared to admit it.
As I said, I want people to know that I know what it feels like to need to talk and cry, even if I canât say anything. I want them to know Iâm there, and even if I donât know you and you need to talk, Iâll answer. Maybe not soon cause I have a reputation for answering texts a bit late, but Iâll see it I promise. If there is one promise I can make, itâs that youâre not alone. As my coach said Please donât lose yourself. Itâs not your fault.
Iâm sorry for lying I really am. I donât think Iâve ever had a bigger lie than what people think I am. What makes me upset most of all is that Iâm fake. I convince myself to smile. I convince myself to say dumb jokes to make my lie more realistic- Iâm a happy, good person Iâm really not. My search history proves it: âdumb stuff to say to convince people youâre happyâ âways to look like an extrovertâ âways to hide whatâs inside.â âGongchanâ And what hurts most of all is to admit it. I freaking suck.
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