This chapter has mentions of anxiety and intrusive thoughts. It doesn't go into detail of these things, but describes feelings.
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SirFrancis: Jack
Nerd: Davey
vroomvroom: Race
WalkingStick: Crutchie
*insertmemeshere*: Finch
ThePickleMan: Henry
speck: Spot
pins: Buttons
Glasses: Specs
flirter: Romeo
Sin/CinnamonRoll: Elmer
CarrotTopIsOffensive: Albert
BartTheBarb: Bart
#2: Mike
Icheal: Ike
jonoyoudont: JoJo
TiroCalliente: Hotshot
Gush: Mush
PirateCosplayer: Blink
TheYGuy'sGuy: Myron
TheYGuy: York
karofskylol: Oscar
JudyMoody: Skittery
Ocean: Waves
flash: Morris
Mr.Montana: Mickey
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Private Chat—Ozzy, Mickey
Mickey: hey, Ozzy. How are you?
Ozzy: I'm doin okay. Better now
Mickey: why?
Ozzy: I'm talking to you of course I feel better
Mickey: that's sweet:)
Mickey: did you make it home okay?
Ozzy: yeah I did. Thanks:)
Ozzy: you okay?
Mickey: yeah
Ozzy: ...
Ozzy: Are you okay?
Mickey: no
Ozzy: what's going on Mick
Mickey: my head hurts and my brain won't stop
Ozzy: won't stop? And did you try ibuprofen for the headache
Mickey: I'm just thinking of all of these things that I know aren't true and won't happen but they COULD happen and I have the power to stop it and if I don't do that thing then it will happen and I don't want it to happen
Mickey: I'll go buy some
Ozzy: okay
Ozzy: do you want to talk about it?
Mickey: I don't want to scare you
Ozzy: did you tell Margot?
Mickey: I had to stop seeing her
Ozzy: why
Mickey: because I'm poor
Ozzy: okay. That's okay
Ozzy: do you want to call?
Mickey: yeah
Oscar quickly pressed his boyfriend's icon, clicking call and placing the phone to his ear. The ringing rattled his brain like marbles in a box, and he almost winced at the last tone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Mickey", he greeted, frowning at the tired tone in the other's voice. "What's going on?"
"I'm just exhausted", Mickey sighed, and there was no chuckle behind it like usual. He simply was too tired to even bother feigning happiness, not that Oscar wanted him to. "I, I just feel like I'm under so much pressure."
Oscar hummed, pulling his legs to his chest as he sat on the floor of his room, focused on the conversation. "How so?"
"So much is happening", Mickey started, placing a hand into the depths of his curly hair. His mom would do that when he was little, hoping to calm him down whenever he was upset and sad, when they were still getting a handle on his OCD. "I just- I have so much to do with the restaurant, and, and with finding a place. And I can't afford therapy anymore, and my pills are getting too expensive and my mom's sick-"
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