Eva’s Crazy Mind
i’ve wanted to make a forum post like that for quite a while now, but never brought myself to actually make it. here i will write up all sorts of thoughts and vents, everything i need to get off my mind. it’s not gonna be positive or motivational, not even close. i personally don’t recommend reading it just because it doesn’t help lol. you’re welcome to read, replies are okay, just be aware that it’s gonna be a pretty dark place. i don’t usually ask for help despite telling everybody to. idk why. i’m not a very good example of what’s right to do. TW just in case, not planning to go that far but who knows.
i’m making myself this space because sometimes you can feel lonely while being surrounded by a million people and that’s nobody’s fault.
best wishes to you. ❤️
one way i express myself? scenarios. monologues. dialogues. stories. here’s one. don’t question it. it’s night.
if i were to walk on a street, and a man were to walk by, take my bag and run with it, i would probably just stand there. i would probably stare at him as he runs further away from me. he would stop a good distance away to take a look at his stolen treasure. he’d still be close enough to hear me. as he’d open the bag, i’d yell: “have fun studying”. there’s nothing more than some notebooks, books, school stuff in there. i’d look at him searching my bag, his face showing more and more disappointment as he searches and doesn’t find anything valuable. “want my phone as well? and my watch? i wouldn’t mind,” i’d say. he’d come back, my bag in his hands. he’d look at me. this wasn’t planned like that at all. “why isn’t the girl scared? running? doing anything?” he’d think to himself. he’d walk closer to me. i wouldn’t move. “why aren’t you doing anything?” he’d finally ask me. “i don’t care,” i’d respond. “i don’t have anything to lose anymore. take whatever you need,” i’d say to him. “there’s no money in my wallet, nobody to talk to on my phone, studying i don’t care about.” i’d say. he’d give me back my bag. i’d be a little surprised but wouldn’t show it. after a short pause, he’d ask me the words i feared. the words i hadn’t heard in a long time. “are you okay?” is what he’d ask. i’d freeze. i’d try to come up with a response. would i lie? tell the truth? respond at all? a moment later the man would hug me. i’d not feel threatened or uncomfortable at all. it felt genuine, it felt meaningful, it felt good. so long ago it was when i last got a hug from anyone. turns out he’d not be a bad man at all. turns out he’d not even mean harm. turns out it was just a stupid game, a joke, an entertainment. weird, but i wouldn’t even question it. “you’ll be okay. also, i’m sorry” the man would say. he’d almost leave, but then he asked the last question: “why aren’t you scared?”. i’d respond: “i don’t care.”. after a moment, i’d say: “i knew you weren’t a bad person. i knew.”. he’d think about it for a moment and leave. i’d stand there for a good couple of minutes, trying to process everything. the world had become a tiny bit better. for a moment at least.
but, i guess i can’t really call it ‘expressing myself’ since nobody knows. and uh.. forget you ever read that.
@justmeeva eva buddy? Me writes stuffs like this when feeling low. Yours was beautiful. Dont feel ashamed over it, or anything. Its a thing you do, and if youre comfy doing it, then i see nothing wrong with it.
Such scenarios come from the heart...and there is nothing to be ashamed of in your heart
@unassumingEyes
i guess you’re right.
*hugs eyes frend if oke*
@justmeeva *hugs* cups didnt show me ur reply earlier :0
people are really disappointing at times.
@justmeeva
*sits with eva if okie* <3
i get that tbh. ): i wish people tried to understand and tried to care a little too. but many people... just don't. they're insensitive and rude ): and it's horrible. ☹ *hugs if okay* your different though lovely. me grateful that evabuddybeanie is here 💙 we need people who care, who seek to understand, who have empathy and who are concerned about others. 💜 me appreciate you evabuddy. for being exactly you 💙
i'm so sorry your classmates are like that though ): it must have been so horrible having to hear their mean whispers and laughs like that. ☹ it must have been tough and hurtful for the teacher too. ):
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@justmeeva
is eva friend okie…? i’m sorry… was it because of the big reply me wrote in your space ): me didn’t mean to invade eva friend’s space or be mean 😞 i’m sorry
@LoveMyMoonflowers
nonono you didn’t do anything lovely. me promise. i appreciates that very much 🩷. nothing related to cups.
@justmeeva
awwe okay 💜 did something happen to upset eva friend irl? ☹️ (if okie to ask)
@justmeeva @LoveMyMoonflowers *hugs for both of you if oki*
@unassumingEyes
ima be back later, sorry. take care my frend 🫂💕
@justmeeva no worries, tc eva <33
@unassumingEyes @justmeeva
*huggle wuggles for both* 💕
i don’t want to forget you. you taught me so much. you changed me and my life so much. you showed me what happiness was. i guess i just have to pay for it now. with happiness.
people i’ve scared away today count:
1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. i think that would be 5..? oh and 6. great job eva, turns out you do have some talent! or, you’re just that unliked.
tw
my little brother goes to 2nd grade. he’s so young. recently he’s been having problems with bullying. he would refuse to leave his room, a few days spent not going to school at all, a few days of being late a noticiable amount of time. it has been going on a few weeks. tonight i had the chance to talk to him. we talked a good 30 minutes at least. at first, he was all fun and distracted, but as time went by, he got more serious. he understood everything i said. from what he told me, he hadn’t done anything wrong. no talking back, no hitting or fighting back. he told me he would just walk away from the situation. i find it a good solution. he told me that the 3 boys that have been bullying him don’t just target him. they’ve done it to some other classmates and 1st graders too. turns out they’ve always been up to something, just that recently it started to bother my brother, it had become a bit more serious. this all is a backstory.
to me it’s so sad that a young boy like him, said to me that he hates his life. i didn’t even think about hating my life until like a year ago. he’s too young for this yet. and he hates school. again. too young. i’m honestly scared for his future, because it will not get easier. life’s gonna be life and bring challenges. i don’t want him to become depressed. i don’t want him to become like that. he’s too young. and for this moment, my parents are having a problem with their child not wanting to school because some other parents don’t know how to raise their *** children. is it really that hard to be a parent? well, maybe. fine. i’ll believe that. but, it can’t be that hard either. if you can’t take care of a kid don’t *** get a kid. we don’t need more trouble making people to the world. raise your *** children. listen. talk. teach. learn. you call yourself a parent, live up to that *** title then.
tired. again.