❰ robin nods at the rejection, examining the napkin again. it's smaller, not capable of actually soaking up everything going on on her face right now. instead, it goes back into her pocket, elbow wiping at a stray tear that won't fall down her face. ❱
I don't usually feel like this, it's just...maybe it's easier to not care anymore. Because I care so much about certain things that it feels like my whole body is being constricted by this stressed out snake that's trying to kill and eat me. ❰ the intensity of the tears had previously lessoned, though still falling from her eyes, almost mechanical in nature. now, her internal sight shifts closer to that void, the allure of it becoming too great. the longer she looks, the more her words spill out with only the semblance of a filter. ❱ And I'm currently...I'm miserable so much of the time! Because I care so much and all just so I can go about my business like a normal person, except normal people don't have to think about how they walk, or what they wear, and how people can look. Just look at me and see all these things that I'm trying so hard to keep under the surface, and that takes so much energy! So much energy to care all the time...
❰ speaking of energy, between the crying and emotional devastation and monologue robin just gave, she's totally winded. collapsing back into her seat, you can tell that she's deflated. ❱ I don't even know what it would look like. To not care about what people see when they look at me, and how much they might hate what catches their eye.
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I don't usually feel like this, it's just...maybe it's easier to not care anymore. Because I care so much about certain things that it feels like my whole body is being constricted by this stressed out snake that's trying to kill and eat me. ❰ the intensity of the tears had previously lessoned, though still falling from her eyes, almost mechanical in nature. now, her internal sight shifts closer to that void, the allure of it becoming too great. the longer she looks, the more her words spill out with only the semblance of a filter. ❱ And I'm currently...I'm miserable so much of the time! Because I care so much and all just so I can go about my business like a normal person, except normal people don't have to think about how they walk, or what they wear, and how people can look. Just look at me and see all these things that I'm trying so hard to keep under the surface, and that takes so much energy! So much energy to care all the time...
❰ speaking of energy, between the crying and emotional devastation and monologue robin just gave, she's totally winded. collapsing back into her seat, you can tell that she's deflated. ❱ I don't even know what it would look like. To not care about what people see when they look at me, and how much they might hate what catches their eye.