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Room 210: Wednesday Afternoon. [07/21].
Aug. 29th, 2018 08:33 amAstrid only had the one class that day, early in the morning, and then she was done, which meant she found herself once again with too much time on her hands and not enough things to fill it with. She hadn't slept well again last night, those nightmares slipping in again, rendering her depressed and moody. She didn't even feel like drawing. She laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about possibly redoing the painting on the wall, it'd been a while since she switched it up, she would do gray this time, like a foggy morning, with shadows of trees, and one large, bold, black one in the foreground, in the corner where she laid her head, reaching up and spreading its branches over the ceiling. Embrace the thing that was scaring her the most now, because how much worse could it be when she was already obsessing about it night and day?
But she couldn't find the motivation. She'd honestly been surprised she'd been motivated to go to class, but she went right back to the room, lied down, stared at the ceiling for hours now. At one point, she'd gotten her Captain America sock puppet, held it up, looked at it, and had a conversation with herself and the puppet in her bad Captain America voice, where Cap tried to give her punchy PSA-like advice on feeling better, but it didn't seem to work, and she sighed, dropping her hand again, staring at the ceiling again, thinking that it was kind of weird to attempt to encourage yourself with self-made puppets of the superhero personas of one of your teachers, anyway.
She was starting to get hungry, too, but even then, she just didn't want to move. Not unless that moving involved getting on an airplane and flying back home. Hell, she'd even take a bus, at this point. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, actually...
And at least she'd managed to keep herself from crying. That was something, too.
[[ for the roomie, mostly! I certainly wouldn't object if anyone else wanted to pop in on her, either, though, and there will most certainly be SP]]
[[also, it said Wednesday all along. You can clearly see what kind of week I've had, holy crap]]
But she couldn't find the motivation. She'd honestly been surprised she'd been motivated to go to class, but she went right back to the room, lied down, stared at the ceiling for hours now. At one point, she'd gotten her Captain America sock puppet, held it up, looked at it, and had a conversation with herself and the puppet in her bad Captain America voice, where Cap tried to give her punchy PSA-like advice on feeling better, but it didn't seem to work, and she sighed, dropping her hand again, staring at the ceiling again, thinking that it was kind of weird to attempt to encourage yourself with self-made puppets of the superhero personas of one of your teachers, anyway.
She was starting to get hungry, too, but even then, she just didn't want to move. Not unless that moving involved getting on an airplane and flying back home. Hell, she'd even take a bus, at this point. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, actually...
And at least she'd managed to keep herself from crying. That was something, too.
[[ for the roomie, mostly! I certainly wouldn't object if anyone else wanted to pop in on her, either, though, and there will most certainly be SP]]
[[also, it said Wednesday all along. You can clearly see what kind of week I've had, holy crap]]
