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Lonelyness

I can already see tomrrow in my eyes as I lay here at 3 am. The tiredness that will cradle me as if I'm dying within its arms. I'll lay here until I feel I can't anymore. I know I'll go to stand and fall back again as my legs give out to the pain behind my left leg. The gaping hole that will suck me in and heal back up once it's broken me down into nothing. My existence will not be anolage for my family is gone and my friends are none existent. I'll tell myself I'll clean later knowing that later never comes. And once again I'll hear the low grumble of my stomach as it begs for food i will not give it. I'll pretend that I can't hear, nor feel it as it twist my insides. Im prone to Blocking out the thoughts such as the fact I haven't had a proper meal at all this week, nor have I had proper social interaction, it seems I have forgotten how. I'm upset, I'm more than upset but not quite at the same time. I feel this feeling I haven't experienced much as of lately. But once again it's back. As if I'm it's toy to play with and it's the toddler I belong to. I'm nothing but I slave to its existence. I try to creep away, to disapear, but it's truely no use because im stuck here. My environment is diffrent and because of this. I am lost. ~Anon

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(I didn't tell him. I should have or I should at least set the alarm, but I can't. I'm uncapable. I'm unstable. I'm thinking diffrently. I want to do something but I can't. I'm not ready for tomorrow. Everything drops from here. There's no coming back from here. I can't chose one of them and I can't let go of both without letting go of everything and I can't do that. I'm uncapable. I'm sorry. )

Do you ever forget you have superpowers? Kon does often.

It’s still a sweet gesture.

You have no idea the demons I fought to not turn this little comic angsty. I might still do it, I haven’t decided yet.

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YOU! ARE THESE THINGS!

Writing Timber is making these two so similar, but different in tiny, distinct little details. They're both conspiracy theorists, they're both the most insane person in any room they walk into, they use the cringiest slang, they're just Some GuyTM, they're addicted to Zestis, they're disaster bis, they're troublemakers, they're both magnets to tragedy, they're skater boys but in different ways.

But also:

Tim's first instinct in danger is to use his brain while Bernard's is to use his brawn.

Tim wins in the category of intellectual intelligence but Bernard wins in common sense.

For Tim, subtlety is everything. Bernard's never heard of it though.

Tim constantly has high expectations placed on him and usually manages to rise to the occasion. Bernard is constantly underestimated by everyone around him and that means he can occasionally surprise a couple people.

Bernard yaps a lot and goes on endless tangents about anything and everything. Tim doesn't talk much but he listens to every minuscule detail, and knows exactly how to use it against you when you least expect it.

Tim was that one guy in class who the teacher could not stand but always managed to get straight A's without trying. Bernard was the class clown that got mediocre grades but was surprisingly skilled in things he was passionate about.

Tim's a lot more reserved and calm but can make friends with just about anybody and is surprisingly laidback and snarky once you get to know him. Bernard is loud and annoying and extroverted, but he pulls back when someone gets too close and suddenly they realize he has secrets too.

Tim doesn't usually try to impress anyone romantically but he keeps managing to pull people into his orbit anyway. Bernard will flirt with anyone who breathes and ultimately fail to impress anyone.

They both love looking into mysteries but when Bernard is investigating, the What's New, Scooby Doo? theme is practically playing in the background, while for Tim, it might as well be the theme of Criminal Minds.

Tim seems all chill and put-together until you actually step into his room and wade knee-deep into punk rock dvds and mismatched socks. Bernard is visibly a mess, but he can get his shit together when it comes down to it.

Tim handles a situation by going out to take down a threat, as is the nature of a Bat. Bernard stays to tend to the wounded, because his time is Louis Grieves has scarred him and now he has to make sure what happened to Darla never happens again.

They both think of themselves as a magnet for the trouble and think of each other as a good luck charm that managed to bring the light back into their lives.

First Skype Call

Yesterday my best friend C.C and I dicided to skype today at 3 pm for the very first time. I waited so long to see her beautiful face pop up. I love her voice, amazing. It was so emotional seeing her for the first time that we could really talk to one another and knowing she is real. I loved talking to her so much and hopefully she liked talking to me too. I really love having her as a friend and I do hope I get to keep her around for along time. C.C. is amazing and I may have only known her for a month and two weeks but she is easily my best friend. I feel like she won’t judge me like others, and for that I am very thankful. ~Anon