Fairytail x Reader Lemons + Fluff

Vent

     Crashing. So unsettling so unnerving. Something I cannot get rid of and no one understands nor cares. An awful, indescribable, deep feeling. So much pain, so much. The crash, the ringing in your ears, hundreds of feet below the ocean. So high up in the air but you can't come down and no one wants to help you. Why is this so glorified, why do people call pain beautiful when it doesn't feel beautiful, it feels broken. So many pieces broken apart and hurting, unable to fix. Blank minds and deep pasts. Assumptions and rumors passed around that cannot be true, they aren't true. Sleeping in till 3pm, still not wanting to get up. There's no point in getting up. These days, so repetitive so dumb. Expectations too high and not met. This feeling is joked about and glorified but it doesn't feel so good. It feels so calmly chaotic inside.

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I am done.

Not with writing but with this.
I am sorry this is not fluff/smut/whatever but some is coming out soon- so.

I hope everyone is doing okay in quarantine. What have you all been up too, what hobbies are you guys into? I'd love to know