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#and she never offers me any way to redo anything so i'm just stuck with low grades on easy assignments.
quietautumn · 2 months
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why is online college so hit or miss. this semester i've had a class that might be one of my favorites of all time and also two of the absolute worst classes i've ever experienced.
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ironiedevivre · 6 months
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i wish i had someone to actually hear what i say & reply to it. or at the very least, just listen & let me feel heard instead of completely alone.
i feel like i must be out of my mind, but i know it's not me. baby sibling has taken over the laundry room - the ENTIRE floor is covered with her clothes. (& the entire freezer is full of her food, tho she insists none of it is hers. in which case i should be allowed to throw it all out, but she flips out, so what is the truth?) & because of that, i can't bring any food to the shelves in there. so it's piled up in the kitchen, where middle sib & mother complain. but there's no room. the workroom & basement are covered w/ baby sibling's crap - broken hangers, tons of dollar store shit & shopping bags, so much. i tried to clean in there too, & she flips out if i move her stuff. there is literally no way to clean the living room, the kitchen, the laundry room, the basement, with all of her stuff in the way. & when i try anyway, i get stuck & overwhelmed. idk where to put anything. she just keeps buying more. & tonight, i had to clean out the living room closet. tons of heavy blankets & pillows have to be washed. there was no room in the laundry room to put the pile that didn't fit, so i left it by the stairs. there was no room to get to the dryer let alone open it, so i moved baby sibling's clothes out of the way & now she's throwing a fit because i supposedly mixed clean & dirty laundry (it's all on the floor!!! it's covering my laundry, the towels & sheets & things i keep trying to find but always have to rewash because she throws everything on the floor or takes over the dryer so everyone else's clothes get mildew!!!) & left a pile by the stairs (there's literally nowhere else to put it, because her stuff is everywhere. literally. nowhere else.) like wtf am i supposed to do here???
it's so fucking unfair too that i cleaned & organized that room so many times. middle sibling & i did the kitchen so many times too, & baby sibling turned that into a disaster. (& she used to keep using my treadmill as her personal stage. if i had the energy, i can't even use my treadmill at all because of her & her stuff.) i cleaned & organized the living room, & baby sibling leaves piles of shoes & work things & shopping bags there. mother's bedroom is full of baby sibling's clothes, & makeup, & there's barely room to walk & neither the door or the closet can be closed. i tried to clean that too, & baby sibling flipped out. & that's the number one reason why mother gets so angry about "us" being here - baby sibling's mess taking up so much space. all of us trying to clean around it but i'm not able to keep up. i don't know where to put all of her dishes & jars & whatnot, & her stuff is filthy & never gets clean in the dishwasher, so idk where to move it so it's difficult to do the dishes at all... she's just not a good housemate to anyone...
i feel like shit without my car. i'm trapped again. at least mother's agreed to get a rental for a week - i'm dreading it tho, because she wants to cram in shopping sprees & she gets angry if i suggest i want to do anything for myself (or go to a protest, because somehow to her, attending the occasional protest means i should be able to hold a full time job...?)
severe, severe depression. extreme anxiety. everything is terrible & i have little reason for hope.
close friend has offered to send a check to help with car repair. i don't know how to tell her that i refuse to take money from her. she's done too much already & while this particular repair is a huge one for anyone, i just. i'm wracked w/ guilt over needing help w/ the cost already, nevermind the guilt (& gratitude) for all her help in the past. i already feel like i could never repay her. i can't add more to that. (i still haven't sent her christmas presents for the past 2 years >_< how do you send the most recent one w/o sending the previous one, but i accidentally broke the previous one & have to redo it & it never comes out good enough, i'm so worried it won't be good enough. & i now still need to find one more part for the latter so it's coherent & makes sense. i have them, i swear i have them. just so fucking anxious...) back to the point - it sucks that it's something i desperately need but i don't like that she keeps bailing me out. i don't want that for her. i don't want to be that to her. i don't want to be a burden, regardless of how willing she is to help. she offered to let me stay with her once i'm homeless, & as much as i'd like to visit, i could never stay.
gods i feel like shit... it is so hard to want to keep living...
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We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 5)
[Donnie x fem reader]
sfw, chapt. 4 here
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Just as Donnie had predicted, the night air was cold on his scales. Right upon leaving, Mikey brought up to Leo going in pairs this time, to cover more ground, he said. An extra thorough patrol. Donnie honestly couldn't make up his mind and so by then he was flying by the seat of his pants, not objecting to Mikey's plan, but also not agreeing. He doubted Leo would be convinced, anyway. They didn't do duo patrols that often. 
"I was thinking we could split up this time, you know, me and Donnie, you and Raph?" suggested Mikey, closing the manhole behind himself.
"I thought you liked it when we're all together," Leo commented. 
Donnie shot Mikey a look, trying to tell him to cool it, but he shrugged, "Come on, it'll be like some kind of training or...something," Mikey went behind Leo and shook his shoulders, "aren't you into that?"
Internally, Donnie facepalmed. Unless he actively tried to stop this, it was going to happen, wasn't it? One way or another, probably; it all depended on how Leo was feeling that night. Raph was indifferent. He didn't care whether they were all together or in pairs, just that he got to flex his combat skills some. If he could, he'd go out and do it on his own, even. 
Leo looked around, considering Mikey's suggestion. "Okay," he agreed, eventually. "You and Donnie take East, Raph and I will cover the usual route and then—" 
"No," Mikey interjected. Both Leo and Raph's brows furrowed as they stared at their brother. He motioned toward Donnie, "Me and Donnie can take that, you guys just go on ahead," he smiled. "You know I like checking out the skatepark!" 
"No skating," Leo said. 
"I'll just watch whoever's there, then." He pouted.
Raph snorted. "Yeah, make sure he actually pays attention, Donnie." 
"As usual," Donnie sighed, and looked at Leo. 
"Well, what do you think, Don?" 
The decision is up to me? 
Turns out it was his all along, but he wanted to feign innocence in saying that Mikey was the one to drag him through it. Easier to not take responsibility and let life happen at you rather than making a conscious effort, at times. 
"I guess we can do that," Donnie answered reluctantly. He could have said no. Why didn't he? In the corner of his eye, he saw Mikey beam, giving him a discreet thumbs up. 
"Alright, meet back here by four AM, and if either of you run into big trouble, call. We'll come," Leo said. "Same for us."
"Yeah, we'll holler for ya," added Raph dismissively. "And nah, a big dog doesn't count as trouble, Mikey." He sounded gruff, but in actuality, he was still chuckling to himself over that years later. After they got over being annoyed that he had called them from that far while they were on a supply run. Chased by a junkyard dog—some of their least favorite parts about visiting those places. 
"Hey, it was mean! And way fast!" Mikey protested as they parted ways, them taking to the East and red and blue the opposite way. 
As per course, Donnie and Mikey took their normal route, and his heart skipped a beat when they met the scene of their last run-in with criminals. Not because of them, no, but because of the familiar apartment building that was now more intimidating than he'd expected. They circled the area like they normally would have, but Mikey came to stop them on a roof just opposite of the complex, eyes searching each window. Obscured by the height of the building, he sat on the edge. 
Donnie didn't know what to do with himself. He stood back a good ten feet, somehow paranoid of being spotted even though he knew it was not possible from their angle in the complex. Mikey was comfortable, and weirdly at peace as he sat there quietly on the edge, assumed to be waiting for his brother to make a move. But Donnie was stuck in place. 
"What are you waiting for, D?" 
The sudden question broke him from his stillness. It was true; he didn't know what he was waiting for. 
"I—I don't know what you want me to do, what are you thinking?" Donnie asked in return, stepping back a little further as he noticed movement behind the curtains of a lit window. 
"Get your phone out and talk to her," Mikey told him, waving his hand at the apartments. "What did we come out here for if you aren't gonna make it right, bro? Do some smooth talk, tell her you're sorry and you wanna get to know her better…"
"This is absolutely a ridiculous plan," Donnie said, though as if his hands had thought of their own, they reached for his phone, and a moment later he was looking at the messages. Still nothing. Radio silence on both of their ends. How would he approach it? "I'm sorry I went from hot to cold so fast. Please talk to me again." Too strong. "Sorry, can we get a redo?" Too casual. "I'd like to apologise for being a jerk." Okay, that's just not good. Reconciling was going to be as difficult as he'd thought it would be. 
Mikey came over and looked at his phone screen and his brother floundering, thumbs stuttering across the keyboard, deleting the text, retyping it over and over again for perfection where he wasn't going to find any–
"I got this, let Love Doctor Mikey handle it," he said, taking the phone right from Donnie's hand. 
"You've never been in a relationship, not even talked to anyone, how would you—" 
Mikey shushed him. Donnie was going to snatch the phone away but he spun around, draping himself over his shoulder.  "Just let me work my magic, dude!"  
Donnie couldn't watch; he had to turn away. How sure he was that Mikey was going to say something uncalled for, something weird or bone-headed, and the wait was killing him. What if she didn't even respond? Was that better than doing damage control for Mikey's shenanigans? For someone usually decisive, he could not for the life of him make up his mind about what he wanted at that very instance. 
The phone vibrated. 
Mikey cheered. "Got her on the line, now you just gotta reel 'em in," he grinned, handing the phone back to Donnie. 
"Hey :/
I thought you wanted to stop?"
Mikey kept trying to lean over to catch a glimpse of the screen, but Donnie felt that it was a personal moment, so without skipping a beat, he activated the electric current in his staff and poked it behind him into his brother's plastron. 
"Fine," Mikey whined. He stepped in one last time, "But don't hold out on me here!" 
Trying to find an graceful way to patch this all up, Donnie replied: 
"I apologise for that, and I know you probably want an explanation, but it's hard to explain
Moment of weakness? 
I guess... 
Anyway. I'm not expecting you to suddenly be cool with it, if you don't want to talk to me I understand 
Sorry."
Mikey noticed Donnie's dismal expression and he mellowed out accordingly, standing close but not putting a hand on him, nor saying anything. He didn't watch the phone, but Donnie's face and slumped shoulders. He'd thought it would have been going better by now. 
"I won't lie, I'm still confused 
But if you're going through something, I'm right here for you
Don't worry about it. Just don't give me a spook like that again, I thought it was me  
lol 
Okay it's not funny but this is a little awkward" 
Donnie's heart sank reading that. He'd made her feel bad, even question herself over his problem. Never had he wanted to make her think it was her that drove him off. 
"No, no, it was never you 
Again, I can't really explain…
Is it okay if we just try this again? 
I understand if not."
"Jeez Bo, I already said it's alright 
I WANT to keep talking to you, you're cool
So let's forget about it, yeah? 
Friends again :) "
And like that, his heart took a leap. A smile slowly spread across his face, and without looking away from the screen, grabbed Mikey by the shell, pulling him toward. "Look at this!" he exclaimed. 
"You see it too?" he quirked, pointing at the apartment complex across the road. 
Donnie paused and looked over his shoulder at him, "What?" 
On one of the balconies sat a lone girl, on her phone, and if Mikey looked hard enough, he could see a smile. Definitely a smile. 
"Ah!" yelped Donnie quietly. He scurried back against the wall of the attached building behind him, as far as he could. 
"Dude! Come on, this is perfect!" Mikey nudged him, and when he didn't hop up onto his feet, dragged his brother near the edge of the roof. Donnie was boneless but unwilling, his mind stuck on the fact that she thought he was cool. Him, cool. Was he? She didn't know even the half of it. She didn't know he was a martial artist, technically a genius, and that he'd gone against some of the worst the city had to offer. And without that, she still thought he was cool, as an average guy. 
As average as what my circumstances will allow me to be. 
Feet dragging all the way, Donnie's stomach did a flip as they met the ledge, peering carefully over it in a crouch. They were prone, watching the girl who was completely unaware of their presence. He was, simply put, enraptured, for a second there, studying her features as much as he could from where they were. The details of her face were not distinct due to the distance, but he could tell she was both nothing like he'd imagined and so much more. For once, he didn't immediately question the validity of the situation; there was no "it could be a coincidence", or "it's too unlikely that she would be out just as they were". Not right away. But it hit him when Mikey spoke. 
"You're so lucky, D," he said wistfully. "Really." Head rested on his forearm, his gaze fell on not one thing, but the whole scene, a somber smile gracing him. He was excited, happy for his brother. But deep down, Donnie knew that though Mikey wasn't envious of him in a resentful way, it had to have stung to witness such a thing unfold for someone not himself. Their youngest had always craved connection the most. He looked away from the girl, "I wasn't gonna let you throw away an awesome chance, was I?"
Releasing a heavy breath, Donnie crawled away from the edge, but his eyes remained on that balcony. It was weird to watch someone who didn't know they were being watched. Not in that context. 
"I...guess I may be," Donnie responded. But it would only get more complicated from there. His phone vibrated, breaking his trance, and the message he found read:
"Anyways, with that out of the way, what are you doing?"
Just watching you from a roof, nothing much, Donnie thought. 
"Currently out enjoying the night" 
"Isn't it kinda cold?" 
"What about you?" 
He knew what he meant, because he was there watching her as a chilled breeze rolled through, but she told him she wasn't doing anything. Only relaxing and talking to him. 
It took him a few minutes to get his bearings. To know that he now had tangible evidence that she was a girl, an ordinary person, and that said person really thought he was cool. Worth the effort. He felt exceedingly difficult for not being able to give her a rightful explanation, but comforted by the fact that he wasn't being demanded of one. He felt light. Almost weightless, with Mikey next to him instead of his other cynical, skeptical brothers. For a moment, he had nothing to worry about. 
From across the roof, he could still see the yawn escape her mouth. Probably an indicator that it was time to wrap things up. He didn't want her to stay up too late; it was already odd that she was up at such an hour, almost two AM, but glad nonetheless. 
"Are you tired?"
"Yeah
I think I'm gonna hit the hay
So goodnight, Bo
Talk to you later (☞゚ヮ゚)☞" 
She got up, leaning on the railing which faced them. 
"I want to stay up with you but—"
Donnie sucked in a sharp breath as she looked up, just barely able to see from underneath the balcony above her. He snagged the strap on Mikey's shell and yanked him back with him away from the edge of the roof, taking cover behind the wall. 
"Shit," hissed Donnie, "do you think she saw us?" 
These shells, they make us look so big! 
"Relax, bro, even if she did, it was only a little bit. Besides, we could be anyone from this far, they don't have pigeon vision." 
"You mean 'eagle vision'?" 
"They're both birds!"
Donnie deadpanned and peeked over the wall. She'd gone in. Three minutes later, he hadn't gotten any texts yet about something weird on the rooftops, so he could finally relax, groaning lightly. "Too close," he breathed out, "Mikey, we need to go, Leo's going to notice we're not back in time if we don't hurry up and get the rest of this route done."
"Already on it," he whooped, vaulting onto the next roof.
As Donnie was scaling the wall of the attached building, he felt his phone vibrate, and curious, he checked it one last time before getting on his way.
"One question before I go
You ever see stuff you can't explain but even if you did you'd sound crazy?"
Oh, no.
"No, I don't."
Chapter 6
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