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cant wait for next chapter
This fic is so sad. Car wait for next chaptwr
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Thanks for the kind words guys. I'm working on the next few chapters and once I have the outline, I'll edit and post it
God Damn! Why does shit always happen to those kids?
Oh, my... I feel knots building in my stomach as the tears just keep desperately trying to come. To feel the sadness of the situations. To feel that emotion that tragedy is a part of life and how truly alright it is to allow one's self to cry. Emotions that I truly felt locked away from an unwanted "Psychic Immunity".
I really needed these stories. I'm always so happy and saccharine. I'm so used to finding the best in everything. I'm so accustomed to being strong for the sake of knowing how openly falling into life's many tragedies would bring discomfort to those who need me. Those who have their own troubles that need not have my full force feelings blow onto them.
I have loathed feeling so "Numb". I've been this way for so long. Even when my grandfather died this year I barely felt a thing. So guarded from how much I've had to stay happy and positive just to not fall into such a deep depression that I'd contemplate suicide again. It's shameful how I can easily count beyond two hands how often I've wanted to prematurely end my existence. However I knew I had to stay strong. Knew I had to stay happy. Knew people counted on me and I needed to be around to help make the world a better place. To show how tragedy in life does not break a person but can make them stronger. That even the worst of perceived situatins does not end the joy of existence.
These stories of yours are helping me to genuinely regain the humanity my mind has buried away. Not by choice but by necessity. However I need to feel human and not emotionless. I can't always be a saccharine machine. I need to feel sorrow, sadness, and not be afraid to allow it to consome me. Thanks for helping me to begin regaining my emotions.
I know this isn't much a comment on the story but what is happening to Scoots after Sweetie is really crushing me to the core. Proof of how tragedy can happen at anytime and from the simplest of things.
The biggest thing, for me, is when my eye exploded from the inside back in 2012. I woke up, sat up, and felt like someone was punching the back of my eye from inside my skull. It hurt dreadfully and I was totally blind for the first time in my life. I had emotions then but was told crying would likely cause more damage that would make the eye unrepairable.
I was trapped in a hospital with no ability to do anything. I was away from my family and denied Short Term Disability due to a technicality. I was broken. I wanted to quit. I wanted to just go home. I wanted to die. However my wife, son, and sister reminded me I needed to fight. Needed to stay strong. And, six surgeries later, I emerged with some sight again.
Again, a major tangeant from what this story is but it is bringing out my feelings. Feelings I need brought out. Feelings that are true instead of my ever attempts to be happy despite being in a constant battle against misery.