pixel1101:

Fantastic game.

This chapter hit closer to home than I thought it would. 

This chapter hit closer to home than I thought it would. 

sokkascactusjuice:

Opal in “The Metal Clan”

Opal Beifong[]
But seriously look at those eyes

Spending time with other people is exhausting. Exhausting, but fun. 

  • I constantly doubt myself when it comes to other people and every little thing that I do, especially when it comes to my own writing. I’m trying to work past it little by little, but it’s difficult. I can’t help but feel that the things I put out or say are never quite good enough, and that in turn makes me feel as if I’m not good enough as a person. It just spirals into one big low confidence issue, and it fucking sucks.
  • Yes, there is no doubt in my mind now that I have feelings for you. Truthfully, the sole reason as to why I debated over it for so long is simply because I’m afraid of love, and that’s exactly why you frighten me so. You are so beautiful inside and out, and that scares me to no end because I’m not. In the end, I’m just me, and that just isn’t good enough right now. 
  • If time machines did exist, rather than go back to correct the mistakes I’ve made throughout my life, I think it’d be much more satisfying to just punch every cunt I met in the face. 
  • I feel so small when I look up at the stars. There’s a massive universe out there. One that makes me look like nothing more than a tiny spec of dust, and there’s a strange mixture of fear and comfort in knowing that. It’d be nice to stay up late with someone, sit down with a cup of tea, and talk about it sometime. 

Truth be told, I find it difficult to spend time with my friends these days, especially when each meeting results in my overall mood to plummet. It’s not that I don’t have fun while I’m out with them, but hearing about their previous meet ups without so much as a call or text sent my way hurts. I know they don’t mean any harm behind their words, but when the conversation veers toward their last get together without me and how much fun they’ve had doing what they did, I can’t help but feel like I’m really nothing more than an outsider within our little group. It really stings, y’know? Especially when you’ve gotten to know this feeling all too well over the years, and it’s not just from them but a majority of the people around me. You think that it might be something I’d get used to after all these years, but the feeling still cuts deep each and every time. I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever be enough for somebody.