So my OC Jayden is very reserved and confident, but being around Imelda makes him very flustered, and vice versa. This is how they’d talk to each other, featuring a cameo from @boxdstars Mara
Jayden Mata’afa: *sitting by the lake with Imelda* So, uh. Yeah. I’m pretty pissed black canceled Quidditch. *looks at the ground, kicking around a lil rock*
Imelda Reyes: *clears her throat* yeah. Super lame. Um. Oh! I gotta go to Hogsmeade for some stuff. But I’ll uh. See you later.
Jayden: Yeah, for sure for sure. Cool cool. For sure. See ya.
*she leaves*
Unknown voice: You two should bone.
Jayden looks over.
Amara Ambrose, sitting under a tree reading and eating an apple: What? *doesn’t look up from her book* you should.
last night I had a dream that I met Bill and Ted, and I complimented Bills crop top and said something about how I would wear crop tops if my body was less bogus and he put a hand on my shoulder and said “what’s truly bogus is the way you think about yourself” and Ted nodded solemnly and then I woke up
why is trying to make a new friend so embarrassing. hi. me again. asking for your attention once more even though i am literally just some random person to you. it's because i want to be not just a random person to you. please understand
TW: suicidal ideation, mental illness (anxiety depression) just general self worth issues
DISCLAIMER! This is just how I feel. If this doesn’t work for you, forget about it. This is what pulled me out of hell, but everyone needs something different.
Depression is a bitch. Straight up. I know people love me and think I’m cool but my brain is just, “nah.” When I was in high school, I had a good amount of friends who were always there for me but I ruined every single friendship I had by pushing them away because I was not good enough, or so I told myself. Everyone always would say “it’s not you, it’s your mental illness” but my mental illness IS ME. It always has been and it always will be. The decisions I made were made by me. I ruined shit but I also fixed it. As I’ve grown up a bit and developed as a person, I’ve left behind the idea that I need to change. Of course I need to be safe, and keep myself unharmed but I’m a depressed motherfucker who has been in the ER because I tried to take my own life. I have DIED before. My heart stopped. And yet, when I was back and with my friends and family, they all seemed to want to change me so that didn’t happen again. Which furthered my feelings of inadequacy. Of course, they were wanting to help. They meant well. But if you are struggling with mental illness and these ideations, you’re fucking good enough. You always have been and you always fucking will be. Keep yourself safe and alive, but if you’re sad, be sad. Allow yourself to be sad. Grow and learn and be happy and be sad and angry and everything in between. You’re fucking sick as hell bro. Ain’t a damn person in the world like you but you. I’m an identical triplet and even within both of my brothers, we’re all different. And we’re all good enough. You fight and claw and rage your way through life, or you can swim and float and relax your way through it. Be you. You’re good enough because you’re YOU. Do your best always. Because your best IS and ALWAYS will be enough. Stay safe and stay alive but remember that you feel what you feel, and that shit is real cause you FEEL it. Don’t downplay or doubt what you feel. Don’t allow people to insinuate that your mental illness is something that you need to get rid of. You can grow with that shit. That shit builds you, and once you can learn how to live that way it, you’ll find yourself in ways you couldn’t imagine.
My inbox is always open. I don’t know y’all, I may never see your face. But I’m here. Every life in this world matters and I’d rather stay up all night talking to a stranger than have a light leave this world. Always hmu if you ever need 🫶🏾