like, however many notes this gets she will watch
[she sort of not really cosplays Germania, so, yeah]
((I feel like I’ve abandoned this account and haven’t been able to play the update yet—
I dunno—I love my muse here but I’m not sure if I should keep him ; w ;
Okay…Well I’ve thought about it and honestly I never thought I’d say this…But I’m going to be on a semi-hiatus from now on. All my facebook muses, and all of my tumblr blogs. Every last one. It’s not that I don’t want to RP. It’s that I /can’t/. I literally have had no inspiration and I can’t put my heart into replies as much anymore. I can’t. I love roleplaying. I really do. Why the hell else would I be crazy enough to have 20 muses on here and 6 on tumblr? The thing is. Again, I’ve been beyond stressed out lately and people are starting to notice. There’s just too much I’ve been trying to do to help people and make them happy. I want to do it, yes of course. I love making people smile. But it’s really taking a toll on my body, my health and my behaviour lately. I’ve been getting more and more headaches from over thinking or stressing myself out. I love talking to you all, but from now on I will only reply on a basis that conforms to my sanity’s sake. It’s my senior year, there’s far too much to do that I haven’t been, I turn 18 in seventeen days. I have a show opening in twelve days. Tech week for it’s next week and we’re not even done rehearsing yet—Not to mention school. Or applying for jobs, and colleges, and the fact I still don’t have a license or permit. I’m only human…and I really really love being on here and making friends with everyone…But I can’t keep pretending my problems don’t exist. They’re getting worse and worse. I’m wearing myself out and I’m always ready to crash, come my actual free time on the weekends—if I even have that. I want to invest in the people I care about, but with so many all over and everywhere I turn I can’t. I physically, emotionally, and mentally cannot bring myself to keep this up. I’m destroying myself. I hate ignoring the problem. I hate facing it. But this is where it just has to stop. Again, I will reply as my time and sanity allow. I will still be online OOC because I have a social need to be able to talk with my friends. But for once, please…can we just talk normally? Not /just/ about roleplay or our pairings? I…just want to be able to finally be myself again. Not the super super nice me that’s been getting overused to convenience the lives of everyone else. I want to help, but there’s only so much I can do…Can I please just finally be real with everyone? I’m shy. When you get to know me, I’ve got a weird and twisted sense of humor, but despite it all I’m very sensitive. Way more than I’m willing to let on. I get scared that I’m annoying or that I’m not helping at all when I really really try. I feel like I’m being taken fore-granted in some cases, even. Like I’m some magical machine that can only tell people what they want to hear or something, or crank out replies as fast as the other person can and always have 110% quality and quantity… That’s not who I am…and I just wish people would take the time to learn that. I’ve been bottling little things up for months and months and I lost it tonight. My poor friend had to listen to me whine about all of my issues with myself and we both think it’s about time I end that…
So from now on I’ll be on a semi-hiatus. I’m very sorry, I hope I don’t hurt or offend anyone with this, but it’s what has to be done. Thank you.
Ah—well u-um…That’s a difficult question to answer…You’re so young and all…! A-are you sure you understand love, Ib?
She sat on a tree branch not far from the ground and was looking around. Any more visitors…? “Ah!” She slightly heard footsteps and saw someone walking on the path towards her. She jumped off the branch and looked at the new visitor curiously. “Hello. Welcome to my forest.” She smiled slightly. “Are you lost?”
He was just in the park seconds ago between the trees…how had he suddenly ended up in a forest like this? That’s when he heard the shifting of a branch or leaves and the next thing he knew there was an unfamiliar girl standing there. “Your forest? So you live around here, then? I am lost, yes…I was in a park looking for a place to sit down and sketch, and the next thing I knew—trees everywhere!” he recalled similar events in a different scenario happening to him.