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This story is a sequel to Bad Habits

Eighteen days ago, Wallflower promised Sunset that she would stop hurting herself. She's never regretted anything more.

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This...almost seems like a self-fulfilling prophecy, really....

Wally noooo. :fluttercry:

You made 18 the first time. Aim for 19 with the next.

I've been where you are Wallflower. I know how hard it can be to fight those feelings, and how bad you can feel when you give into them.

Just remember, Sunset won't give up on you, no matter what.

Scampy why can't Wally be happy :(

Wallflower's inner turmoil, the way she argued back and forth with herself, the way her mind drifted between almost-compromises broken by the briefest flashes of resolve, only to inevitably come swirling back again, absolutely squeezed my heart. And to see this inner conflict, the struggle between keeping her promise and feeding what has essentially become a part of her life, coated with a such a thick layer of self-disgust...

What really gets me about this is that this is just a snapshot into a single moment of a single dayout of eighteen. I can only imagine what the days before were like. Similarly, I can only dread what comes after she tells Sunset. Even if Sunset were to handle the situation well (which I'm pretty sure she would (gosh I hope she would)), would it be enough to assuage Wallflower's disappointment in herself? It's hard to ignore hurtful things when you say them to yourself.

Oooh I hope that Wallflower keeps on trying her best.


Wally noo child i can't say it'll be okay but.. I can't think of anything else to say :fluttercry:

Noooo, I thought Wallflower would make it to nineteen :fluttercry:

Good to see honest stories like this. Hope it has a happy ending.

Of all your stories that I was expecting a continuation of, Bad Habits certainly wasn't one of them. But once again, I’m glad you decided to write this.

You have a real way of delivering some quite broad-reaching, uncomfortable truths about depression as part of a single snapshot in time. The defeatist attitude to the point that going back to day zero becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy, those flickers of justification (or as she put it, “cheating”), and the way it all eventually comes back to that overwhelming feeling of being worthless and beyond help and deserving it.

You’ve managed to capture all this very neatly in a mere one thousand words, and it’s definitely entering “I’m in this photo and I don’t like it” territory. It’s interesting that you describe it as an almost physical urge, though I've read that it’s not uncommon. But again, the way you’ve presented it, it’s… understandable. Wallflower feels the urge to cut, so that’s all she can think about, just like how you suddenly notice how dry your mouth is when you’re thirsty.

It always feels wrong, liking and favouriting your stories; they're not exactly material that you can smile at and give a thumbs-up. But I guess that in the absence of an "I admire what you've made and appreciate the respect and exposure you're giving to a subject matter often overlooked and over-dramatised" vote, it'll have to do.

Oh I seen something in myself I shouldn’t have. Thanks for making this? I dunno

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