I Fucking Got Triggered Into A Depressive Episode When I Watched Pitch Perfect For The First Time Last

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How I feel everyday

I really am so alone. I just want to die. I am meaningless. No ome actually cares, so why would I?

Precious Light

Prompt: You are born into a world where everyone is either good or evil. Connected to your world is a portal to a separate dimension where your exact double is born, only they are the opposite to you. You grew up throughout your life believing you were the good version of yourself, your parents are good, your friends are good, and you try to be good (with a lot of failed attempts). Then one day you go to a portal and meet your evil self. Only problem: He is the epitome of good, making you the evil one! Summary: Arthur meets you on the streets after a hard day. Description: I asked my friend for prompts and they gave me this so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Word count: 778 Pairing: Arthur Fleck & You Warnings: Cursing.

It was already night out, huh? Doesn’t that mean I have to go to bed…? Or maybe I shouldn’t, maybe I could stay up and watch something on TV. Hmm… Maybe I’ll take a bath, perhaps a cold one to not make the electric bill hell as it is. Or maybe I’ll go for a walk, see what I can do out and about…

I’ve tried laying down, that didn’t seem to work very well, nor did watching TV. Nothing seemed to be working… Why couldn’t I just do something I wanted to do for once? No, of course not. Why would I have that ability? To be comfortable where I am now? It’s laughable.

A walk will make my mind at ease. It’ll help with my antsiness. In theory at least…

So I got up, the dinner I barely touched left there on its plate to get cold as I stood and walked out the door. The feeling of relief to be out the house was… Strange. I left the apartment every day to go to my job, and yet I felt a sense of comfort when not being there.

I had gotten into the elevator and waited a good minute for the damn thing to work, cursing in my mind for the landlord to not put our money to fix the stupid place. I just wanted a place where I could be happy and with the people around me and the place around me… It was impossible to be in my dream emotion. I don’t need people in my life, that much was clear. But why did I feel something different with people who enjoy my company? I felt a sense of warmth, yet a strong feeling of fear… Or anger… Or sadness… I can’t tell! Everyone tells me to feel a certain way but make it so hard to do so. I’m in a battle with how to express this to people, express my feelings.

I know I can be a way if I force myself to, right? Take my meds and eat properly, right? That’s what all the doctors tell me, that’s what my mother tells me, that’s what everyone tells me. I would be a happier person if I could just force myself.

So what does that make me? A villain? A bystander? I’ve never been seen as someone who does bad things, I’m not that. No, why would I be? I’m not a bad person. I can’t be!

That was my thought prosses… Until I bumped into her. I stumbled back, hitting the ground below me hard as I fell. Bitting my tongue as I impacted with the ground, I cursed loudly and rocked myself softly in pain. Barking suddenly up at the person who I ran into, I was mid-sentence when her orbs met mine. Her eyes brighter than the streetlights, the color of her skin practically shining in the night, it felt as if she was glowing all together. She was everything I thought I was and more. How was she just standing there? Looking at me with innocent eyes and wonder on her face. I wanted to know her name. I wanted to protect this… Thing. This precious light.

“Hey, you okay?” The sudden voice of the (h/c) haired girl broke my thoughts, the look on her face a mixture of confusion and worry, “Y-Yeah…” I half sighed back, the concern on her face slowly subsiding. Reaching out her hand, she offered it to me. Looking at it for a short second, I thought of the things I could say just then. Pulling my arm out, I locked hands with her. The feeling of warmth I had talked about earlier hit me like a train, the heat from her hand sending my freezing one chills.

Pulling myself up, I stood up and towered over her. The look of care still plastered on her face, “I didn’t mean to run into you, I’m so busy tonight I hadn’t-”

“No! … No, it’s alright.” I hushed myself, her expression turning to more relaxed smile, “It’s quite alright.” The both of us stood there for a second, me probably looking ridiculous as my face mimicked her smile, making her grin widen, flushed.

“I should be going now,” She said, looking down at the pavement and taking a step to my left, “I’m sorry again.” And with that, she quickly started to walk off. The instant feeling of dread washed over me, making me crave that feeling of warmth again. I didn’t get her name… I’ll make note of her looks, maybe see if I could meet her again. Meet this precious light.

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All i did was make myself look like a guy by messing with my hair. And thats how he responds. Fine then P, i got you. I thought you were going to okay with it and think it was funny but nooooo you had to make me feel like shit because now even if i was a guy, i still wouldn't be attractive. Fuck me and fuck my life man

It’s crazy how I can’t get you off my mind, but I doubt I’m even on yours.

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"I wish I could've been the person child me would want to be like."

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He said he loved me during the night. I said are you sure. He said yes.

I dont know how to deal with it. I'm afraid that I love him too.