daydream one - the one where someone is secretly madly madly in love with you and every single on of your flaws- yes, there are manic pixies in this one.
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jess's pov - she/her
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i can't contain my loneliness. i'm gasping for oxygen, counting to ten, holding long deep breaths- healthy coping skills the hospital taught me way back when; nothing works. this has been going on for months now, you'd think i'd be used to it by now. It's a pattern. I love patterns. I don't love this one. Around 6 A.M i'll wake up, feeling hollow and heavy and lonely. it's a type of anxiety; the shaking, the screaming. i'll watch the dark clouds disperse into white, fluffy ones. Reality is nothing by 7. I have no sense of identity, time, fake from real. usually by 10 there are scars on my thighs, because i was digging for answers in my own flesh. 12 comes and i open up allll the blinds and let the light spill into my room, only exposing the torture i had endured over the course of the early morning. Blast music, mute the voices, record everything that has happened in journal. the rest of the day is typically drenched in paranoia, but it's okay.
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(the manic pixie dream boy neighbor, nick's, point of view)
There's this really curious girl that lives next door. She only caught my attention one afternoon one she played her music ridiculously loud, upon further investigation i realized she was playing "Why?" and instantly became consumed by curiosity. All my life i have been the super super eccentric boy who listened to music no one else knew, but there she is. Sometimes, in the light of day, you can sometimes see her dancing around in her room dancing to MY FAVOURITE bands.... i.
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Teen Fiction;a collection of my neurodivergent musings and daydreams- they're very vivid.
