Kinda Depressing - Blog Posts

You know it’s bad when you see a picture of Kit Connor and Joe Locke cuddling and you don’t smile.

I need help.💔

Sometimes, I feel very neglected.

By me, my parents, my boyfriend...just kinda ignored and unwanted.

I feel like I shouldn't exist.

It's different than being suicidal...it's more like the dissatisfaction of my life consumes me and I just don't want to exist.

I try to be happy, I try VERY hard.

I try and I try; also, if that isn't enough, I try even more. However, I always end up back at dissatisfaction.

I am blessed, I am thankful and grateful for my blessings. I feel horrible about my dissatisfaction because I am so blessed that I shouldn't even be dissatisfied.

I just want to know, does anyone else feel this way?

…It’s raining in my city, right now…

(Actually, it’s storming. Pretty badly.)

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Thank you for clearing this up! I always assumed it was to make themselves feel better about venting and relying too much on a child.

Now I know my lack of a carefree childhood was not the fault of the adults in my life. I was simply born depressed.

How will you remember me ?

Will you remember me

By the times I told you I loved you or by the times that I showed you the same?

Cause if it's former geez I'm sorry, I hope you reminisce the latter.

Will you remember me

When you see my favorite flower or by the scent of my favorite perfume?

If it's the former I left you a plant and the latter in a box among your clothes.

Will you remember me

By the silly fights i picked or by the number of times I apologized?

If it's former or the latter, maybe you should remember me by something else.

Will you remember me

By my imperfections, will you remember all of my flaws?

I hope it's both former and latter, cause those are the parts of me that loved you the most.

Will you remember me

When you play our videos or will you hear my voice as you read this?

If it's former you better save it forever, if it's later I wish it never fades.

Will you remember me

After a year, will you remember us after a decade?

I tried to leave back pieces of me, because I'm scared of you forgetting the latter.

One of us is dead.

It's dark outside, it's dark inside

I woke up from the crash without you beside.

It's dark outside, it's dark inside

All I can feel is my hand covered in blood that's dried.

A blaze of light, an ear-splitting screech

Before I could grasp, you were out of reach.

A blaze of light, an ear-splitting screech

While we desperately try to hold on to each.

The world upended, everything still

What just happened? Was it real or just a drill?

The world upended, everything still

A feeling down my spine, is it blood or just a chill?

I lay there, feeling the time cease

Exhausted as the pain increased.

I lay there, feeling the time cease

Wishing I could just sleep in peace.

Days skip ahead, Weeks skip ahead,

You don't see the tears I shed.

Days skip ahead, Weeks skip ahead,

You don't hear a word I said.

I lose count, Time skips ahead,

And I realize one of us is dead.

Thoughts from the ledge

Standing on top of the tower one night,

Knees shaking from fight or flight,

Cold wind swishing past my numb face

As my heart starts picking up its pace.

I took a minute to look around

The shops, the people and the city's sound

Massive buildings standing upright

Others with their blue and red neon lights.

Then I stared at the ground below,

And how it would feel to finally let go

Twenty-something but I've felt enough

That I stand on the ledge and not to bluff.

I saw many streets that I still couldn't name

I've been here for two decades, what a shame!

That's when the irrational optimism kicks in

To hold on to the ledge, to find strength within.

So I step back and sit to clear my mind

To think of everyone I'd have to leave behind,

Places I'll never be, and moments I'll never seize,

And just maybe, in between life I'll find my peace.

- ( 🛹 )

𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦,𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰.𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪,𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰̀ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰.𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰...𝘕𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦.𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰,𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦.𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪̀...𝘔𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢̀ 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘢..𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦.𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦.

𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦.𝘚𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪.𝘔𝘪 𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪̀ 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰...𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦..

𝘔𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘰 ??𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘪𝘢 𝘦𝘥 𝘦̀ 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘰̀.𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰,𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰.

𝘐𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦.𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦.𝘐𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢.𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰 ,𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘰.𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦.𝘓𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢,𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦...

𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦.𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘰.𝘓𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘰 𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰.𝘔𝘪 𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪̀ 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘢̀ 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦̀ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰,𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦...𝘕𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢̀..

𝘈 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦.𝘓𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦..𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦,𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘧𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘰.𝘕𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦,𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰.

𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰,𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘦..𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦.𝘔𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪̀ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪.𝘕𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦..𝘕𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦.

𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰,𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰..𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰.𝘐𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰.𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰,𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘢..

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰...

Me: I wished I was never born

My mom: I wished you were never born

Me: >:0

It always fuck me up when i see a family thats close with each other.

Like how can you be sitting in a room with you mother and not getting flashbacks from the mental abuse she did when you were young.

Tom on tomblr: he’s got so many defenses; even his charm and his charisma and his playfulness is a kind of defense

me, watching intently while fancily waving my hand that is holding a turkey stick like a cigar: isn’t it just the same for us all, dear tomithy. I would never admit to feeling depressed to my family without some sort of “underlying” humor to it *laughs in french*

//posting this on instagram as i usually do would make me look like an attention whore so i'm just gonna write everything here bc i know no one's ever gonna read it - looks like i'm being overdramatic and complaining for nothing but i've been keeping this for myself for too long\\ + /!\tw: mentions of self-harm and suicide/!\

it's 12am and i've been crying for a few hours and every new thought i have, every single thing i look at makes me cry some more. i know i've been feeling down for years and even worse this year and a literal hell since i moved here alone, but the last few days have been the worst so far. i don't even know where to start, this life is just a fucking mess and i can't keep that weight on my shoulders anymore. it feels like i'm wandering alone as i've always been and whenever i hit rock bottom it somehow gets worse. whatever makes me happy one day is gonna destroy me the next one.

every time i get a call from my family or even when they visit, i tell them that everything's fine, the neighborhood is not so bad, school is really great and i'm making friends. friends, i tell them i'm good, not at my best but not at my worst either, no i don't own a cat but these little cuts are nothing to worry about and no worries because i can handle it. when really i've been walking around in this damn apartment for a week now and it made me lose it. i haven't eaten anything since last week (not a real meal at least, just some dumb stuff here and there), i cry myself to sleep every night, i listen to the same triggering songs on repeat, i go crazy and hide myself whenever someone's yelling in my street because it scares me, i lay in bed all day and night doing nothing and blankly staring at the ceiling, it makes me realize how i don't really have anyone by my side, someone that knows and that can act on it, no one to ease my pain as it's no one's role. also i've been sick for a few days now so i couldn't even get out of bed, i'm completely dehydrated from the crying and sweating because my body really shouldn't be reaching such a high temperature, my throat is burning, i'm starving but it just makes me feel very nauseous so i won't eat, and i woke up 4 times last night, i had hallucinations on the 4th time. when i finally got up i could barely walk and i found myself wondering where i was, i was feeling high and lost, i nearly fell in the hallway while being dizzy and trying to figure things out. i also noticed that no one's talked to me in days, except the few people i texted first and it certainly isn't helping me.

i usually spend most of my days daydreaming to escape reality but a week ago it changed and my mind's been busy with something else. i haven't been able to daydream since and i'm just forced to face my thoughts and the reality around me. so today after sitting and crying on my desk for a few hours, i just lost it, felt the need to yell and destroy everything, smash the furniture, burn the drawings, break every single object i own and used to enjoy. i didn't do any of this, but i wish i did. i'm usually dissociated from reality and now that i'm faced with it, it just makes no sense and it's driving me crazy. i thought about getting drunk, or taking too many pills, or cut some more, whatever. and then i burst into tears again and fell on my bed as i realized that it would take days, even weeks, before someone notices that i'm missing. they couldn't care less, everyone's busy with their own issues as it should be.

i keep telling myself that we all deal with some really fucked up shit, but i'm the weak one that just can't manage. the others are not breaking down like this, driving themselves crazy, or maybe they are but i can't see it. and i'm just a mess, i can't handle this. i hate this place, i'm scared of this creepy neighborhood, i'm failing all my classes, i'm not able to take care of myself - never been -, i've got no one to tell this to so i'm writing it on this dumb website and it's gonna be lost forever, i never had anyone by my side, i've been letting this loneliness kill me softly for years, the fact that no one's ever been interested in me confirms my thoughts about myself, whatever i bought to fill up this apartment is not me, my drawings are not art, they're just pieces of paper i covered to ask for help but it never fixed anything; just watch me give up and let go of this. it makes no sense anyway, i've only ever lived in my head but it's poisoned and i just can't keep going. i was never meant to be a part of this, nothing ever felt right - and what did just left me - and all of this just feels like i'll keep messing up again and again until the end.

i'm exhausted.

So close. So close. I wish I were dead.

Maybe one day I'll finally find somewhere to wrap my noose around. Until that day comes, I am happy.

It’s my birthday and Iv been crying my eyes out and I’ve only been 19 for 3 minutes

I just finished reading the Redhood and Arsenal comics with Duela Dent and I am not okay

sad shit for someone who hasn't been on tumber for like- months- ik, but still.

my 16th birthday is coming up on the SECOND DAY of school, and all i can think about is how nobody's even shown up to what i plan for it in 6 years.

i know im not universally hated, that's stupid, even the worst people have simps. but it's getting harder and harder to believe in me each year to the point where i dont even want to try anything on my birthday so i wont be disappointed.

is there someone on here to help somehow? you guys been through this before and wanna show me how you had it worse and it turned out awesome? i just want a happy birthday.

Run all you want your past and shadows never leave

Your friends never last

The villains believes the hero demands

In the end the hero has blood on they hands

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside of me. I cannot even explain it to myself." - Franz Kafka

You only have a certain amount of energy, and right now you're using all of it to survive.

That's okay!!

Talked to a friend with major depression and anxiety who is currently in treatment about what we consider as normal thoughts and apparently most healthy people don’t think they are a total failure? They don’t panic when talking to their classmates?

Sounds made up, but okay 🤷🏻‍♀️

☆☆ It certainly makes me nostalgic,when I know how young I was when I realized it's not easy living here, and I transcended from living to surviving.

It certainly makes me unhappy, the person I see when I look to the mirror. She disappoints me more than people.

It certainly makes me brutal, how it's me, who knows every weakness about myself, yet turns them against me. Instead of delicate consolidations it burns me, with my flaws. ☆☆

•PC CREDIT: PINTEREST•

Sad but true.

It's Only You

Sebek Zigvolt x GN!Reader

Synopsis: You'd never thought how difficult it could be to love someone without receiving affection back. The daunting realization of your unrequited love led you to leaving him. You never meant much anyways- you were always just there and he was sure you'd return. Time flew by as he waited for your return.

TW: Angst, mentions of death, depression, mentions of unhealthy relationships.

The pitter and patter of rain filled the silence enveloping the room. It was unusual for Sebek to be so silent for he was usually so boisterous, if not impulsive. Whether he was enraged, content, or glum, he was always loud- reckless. It was odd- this thick, suffocating silence that pierced through your skin. A shiver traveled down your spine, your lips forming a thin, straight line.

"Sebek, I said something."

You spoke up, as if offended by his lack of reaction. Never once was he so apathetic. You expected more, much more by an individual who was usually so reckless, so volatile. If not verbally than through expressions, you wanted a reaction- it was a given, you confusion, considering this side was something you'd never seen, no one had ever seen. Yet, there was no response merely a wide-eyed gaze he sent your way.

"If you won't respond then I guess the feeling's mutual."

You spoke up once more, irritation present in your words. A sigh left your lips, his olive gaze still fixed on you. It wasn't as if he didn't speak to spite you- no, it was quite the opposite. He was speechless. Everything was fine, nothing was out of place- both of you were alright, perfectly content together. Then why had you just said you wanted to end it? Was your relationship that meaningless? Did he mean nothing? Was your bond that fickle?

The rain continued to pour down as you packed, taking your things one by one. You presence vanished little by little leaving him alone- in solitude. He stood in the same spot as you removed yourself from his life- his home. His eyes were glassy, not that you noticed.

"Goodbye Sebek."

That was the last thing you said before leaving, suitcase in hand.

He came back to his senses, his voice returning to him as the door shut with a loud 'thud'. He called out your name several times, shouting at the top of his lungs. As if to mock him, the rain pattered against the windows even harder, silencing him. Without a thought he ran outside, his usually neat hair now wet and tousled. His eyes searched for you, his heart drumming inside his chest- his throat was raw from screaming, his vision blurry. His body was soaked, his tears camouflaging- becoming one with the drops of rain. His body shook, a shiver running down his back; it was now he realized that you had left. It wasn't a nightmare, nor a delusion, and it definitely wasn't a joke. This was reality.

Even if he found you, begged you to stay- your answer would remain the same. You were tired. You were sick of being a second option- no, a last resort. Someone or something always came before you. Whether it was his loyalty for Malleus or his affection for knighthood. You were never number one. Frankly, you had been alright with that, knowing your relationship with Sebek was fairly one-sided; you'd begged for his love, had you not? In his eyes you had. Not that he didn't care at all, but just not to the level you did. You were useful to him, always there when he needed you to be. Never once did you think of your own needs- neither did he. That was until you did. There was only so much you could ignore before you felt lonely- alone.

No matter how selfish it sounded, you wanted to bask in his affection. He was your spouse, wasn't he? He made vows to you, didn't he? He was your soulmate, was he not?

Then why were you ditched for his loyalty to Malleus? Then why had he made it clear that you could be replaced, Malleus couldn't? Then why were you never never first- not once?

Why didn't you mean anything to him, who meant everything to you?

Your love was unrequited, to an extent at least. You knew you had agreed to something of this sort upon falling for him- yet this daunting realization hurt more than you wanted it to. You wished for everything to go back to how it was- you wanted to be blind once more. You wanted to unsee this new vision, to go back to your old perception of reality.

You wanted to mend this broken relationship. As if you were a child who had just noticed that life was not, in fact, perfect you tried convincing yourself that it was. You were better off believing in the false perfection of the world- of your relationship. You didn't want to believe that he didn't care. You were not being neglected. You couldn't be.

You just had to communicate, that would fix everything.

You spoke up, he didn't listen. You spoke up once more, he had better things to do. You spoke up again and as expected, he couldn't care less.

It poured down as you spoke up for the last time, this time adding that you were simply leaving. His opinion didn't matter anymore- too many chances had been missed. You weren't a doormat, not any more.

You waited far too long for someone who wouldn't come around. That realization daunted upon him- he was guilty of a crime he wished he hadn't committed.

His body coiled up, quivering as his garments clung to his skin. He sat on the wet road, the sky darkening as the rain roared down. His eyes were fixed on the ground, shameless tears trickling down his face. If Malleus saw him like this- no, if anyone saw him in such a state, he wouldn't mind. He was confused to have such thoughts- he should mind, should he not? You were gone. It shouldn't affect him so much, not at all. What were you? A spouse, but only in name. Then why did his heart pang so loudly? Why was your sweet voice playing in his mind? Why was it now that he saw your pain? Why now, when it was far too late?

His life was different from there on. You had an affect on his life and took on such an important role, yet never realized - if you had, maybe you wouldn't have left. He wished both of you had remained blind, playing house forever- no matter how suffocating it got. Maybe then he wouldn't be so melancholic.

Days passed by.

His halls were empty, signifying his solitude. The little knick knacks you used to keep were gone, those stupid little hand-drawn doodles he used to find on random pieces of paper were all in the past. The times you cooked for him, no matter whether he he liked it or not- he missed it. The scent of your shampoo never lingered around the house anymore, neither did the sound of your sweet voice.

He would stand at the door everyday yet no one came to greet him once he returned home, neither did he have anyone to greet. No one played music that hurt his ears anymore- he never thought he'd miss that. He still made portions for two everyday, leave it on a plate only for the food to go stale. He still clung onto the last bit of hope that you would return- that he wouldn't have to be alone. Yet, everyday you proved him wrong.

Weeks passed by.

Was this how you felt? Was this how your heart ached? He wished he had listened to your rambles, that he'd paid attention to whatever stupid show you used to watch. Maybe if he had then he could watch those shows to remind himself of you- yet he didn't remember. He never thought he could cry so freely, never once had he been someone so sensitive. What else could he even do? There was no one to scold, to scorn at to scream at- he was rendered silent within these walls, isolation along with silence were his only resorts. He had lost his old self, grief took over his previously exuberant self. "He deserved it", he thought.

Your separation from him was his separation from himself. His memory of your was the only thing keeping him going. Every little thing you used to do reminding him of his mistakes, of what could have been. He'd underestimated your worth- he'd underestimated how irreplaceable you were.

Months passed by.

His previous priorities became second while you became number one. The only difference was that you weren't there to witness that. Wherever you were, away from him- you were happier. At least he hoped you were. His door was always open for you though, his heart too. Maybe if he'd cherished you, he wouldn't have lost you.

Despite all his lingering thoughts, he'd realized it was just "if's" now. There was no mending what he'd broken and there was no apologizing for what he did, not when you had clearly severed ties with him.

Was it illicit to hope you'd crawl back to him? That you'd beg him to take you back? It was wrong and he knew it but he couldn't help but delude in such thoughts despite knowing the only one who who'd beg for the other would be him, as of now. Though, he didn't mind begging if it meant you'd return. He knew he was being delusional- you'd never return. He knew that was the best for you, for if you did return- he wouldn't be able to let go no matter how difficult it got for you. He might've gone mad.

A decade passed by.

Years later he saw you, clinging onto another man as you pranced around at a store- one you used to speak of quite often as if urging him to take you. He never did.

As you and the unknown man walked inside the store he couldn't help but follow, silent as ever as he simply observed. He broke the moment he saw you picking a suit for the man beside you. You weren't his and maybe you never were.

He walked out of the store, his eyes stinging as he returned home. You weren't there waiting for him and no one ever would- he wouldn't replace you, not that he could. That would be another insult to your name.

He stood near the same window, on the exact spot where he watched you leave. Just like that day, it was pouring and the room was silent. He called out your name a few times, hoping you'd appear. Was he mad? Surely. Maybe he should drink again- doing so could help him hallucinate of you and if not, at least it would numb the pain.

He sighed as he sat down.

You were incomplete when with him while he was incomplete when without. You meant more than he had previously thought, so much so that it was only you he wanted to live for and with. If that was impossible, why live at all?

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Note 2: I hope Sebek wasn't too fanon/off, I just really wanted to explore a different side.

Note 3: Any unhealthy behavior depicted in this fic is not condoned nor encouraged by me. If you are facing any mental/physical abuse, please seek help immediately!

So , you get up early with the hope that it will be a good day.

All cheered up , ready to conquer it.

But....

It turns out to be same day you have everyday.

The days are kept getting worse and it's harder to keep that smile and vigor on for everyone.

I can't give up too soon.

Eventually everything gets fine whether you survive or not.

Having ADHD with some depression symptoms is really funny (no) because most of the time you live in your hyperfixation, but then you go down from the skies and just: damnnnn, I feel so empty. Like yes, you're living a full and happy life until you start to think about reality. And reality, well, sucks

Ya know, I've honestly forgotten what it feels like ti be happy.

if you flip the image, he might resemble Mona Lisa. I'm not 100% happy with how he turned out, but he's still my child and i shall love him as one ( haha bc my name is Eva and no, i don't condone incest)

ignore the Vergil comments pls

i would eat him tho

they said i should be grateful because my life now looks great but i don't think so, wish i was never born.