[ to be honest, oushi wasn't really expecting an answer, but the helplessness of the situation had caught up to him, and before he could help himself he was typing his fears out... as if getting it out there might somehow stop it from eating him up inside.
it doesn't, of course.
instead, he makes it chuuya's problem, and apparently it is not true what they say: misery does not love company.
thank god chuuya is a better man than he is, that he answers. thank god he even has an answer. ]
something about myself?
[ where does he start, though? where does he find the parts of himself that won't ever move? ]
my name is oushi ashioki i'm 20 i'm a student i have an older sister i know sign language
[ even now, away from the tampered food and the infected air, he can feel clarity slipping out of his desperate grasps. how can he find one thing to matter when it feels like they all do? ]
i had my heart broken by the first girl i ever loved
not me thinking this thread was gonna be silly...
it doesn't, of course.
instead, he makes it chuuya's problem, and apparently it is not true what they say: misery does not love company.
thank god chuuya is a better man than he is, that he answers. thank god he even has an answer. ]
something about myself?
[ where does he start, though? where does he find the parts of himself that won't ever move? ]
my name is oushi ashioki
i'm 20
i'm a student
i have an older sister
i know sign language
[ even now, away from the tampered food and the infected air, he can feel clarity slipping out of his desperate grasps. how can he find one thing to matter when it feels like they all do? ]
i had my heart broken by the first girl i ever loved