I feel so weak and lacking. It's hard to focus on the good things when you don't feel good, you just somehow manage to turn the good thing into a bad thing in your head. Like realizing a good thing you have in your life then feeling like you take it for granted because you feel like you don't appreciate it enough and/or you can't see the feel the good as often because of the pain your in; It all turns into self-loathing.
And what's the point of feeling good? is that all we do things for? what if we don't feel good like I do sometimes? Just a lack of endorphins so I don't even feel like existing. Feels like life loses its meaning when that happens.
Shadow and Sonic were both chilling on the coach at Shadows place, Shadow laying across the coach, staring into his own mind with a tired, sad expression.
Sonic: "Shadow are you okay?"
Shadow: "Yeah I am, why?"
Sonic: "All that you just said?"
Shadow then looked away, realizing what he had just done, before quickly scrunching his eyes in cringe, shaking his head, then turning back to Sonic..
Shadow: " Ah damn! I'm sorry, I ramble to myself sometimes, usually just internal monologue but I do it out loud when I need to help collect my thoughts more.. Just a habit but it helps." He explained
Sonic: "Nah buddy, it's okay. Just concerned about what you were saying, do you really feel that way?"
Shadow looked away, eyes glancing around the room to think of an answer, he felt embarrassed but he trusted Sonic.
"Yeah I do.. All the damn time.." Shadow admitted.
"Come here" Sonic replied sympathetically before pulling Shadow into a warm hug.
Shadow hugged back, he may not feel completely fine but there were times like these where he could feel comforted; where he could feel good.
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Shadow of the Butterfly
أدب الهواةA Shadow the Hedgehog story that sees Shadow try to fix out the worlds affairs whilst simultaneously trying to figure out his own. [Characters belong to SEGA]
