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(A thread of tweets Yuuji thought he saved to his drafts while he was away, but accidentally scheduled instead.
They are finally sending now that his laptop is connected to the internet.
Hopefully some insight into what happened when he disappeared. >
(A thread of tweets Yuuji thought he saved to his drafts while he was away, but accidentally scheduled instead.
They are finally sending now that his laptop is connected to the internet.
Hopefully some insight into what happened when he disappeared. >
> the format is this
( day and time ) <-not actually part of the tweets, just an artificial timestamp
( the actual tweet )
"Them" is just a placeholder for various ship partners, since this thread applies to all storylines. )
( day and time ) <-not actually part of the tweets, just an artificial timestamp
( the actual tweet )
"Them" is just a placeholder for various ship partners, since this thread applies to all storylines. )
CW: homophobia, mild descriptions of violence, general angst
( Day one, 4:35 am )
What I wouldn& #39;t give to be holding them now... The train is quiet and it& #39;s not helping my nerves. My laptop still works, but my phone is busted, and I don& #39;t feel very good. Wifi is shit.
What I wouldn& #39;t give to be holding them now... The train is quiet and it& #39;s not helping my nerves. My laptop still works, but my phone is busted, and I don& #39;t feel very good. Wifi is shit.
( Day one, 2:54 pm )
I can only safe drafts apparently, but that& #39;s fine, I guess I can make a journal out of this. More secure than any paper one in this goddamn shithole.
I can only safe drafts apparently, but that& #39;s fine, I guess I can make a journal out of this. More secure than any paper one in this goddamn shithole.
( Day one, 7:46 pm )
Well, they& #39;ll be happy to know my parents are thrilled that I& #39;m "no longer a sexual deviant."
Well, they& #39;ll be happy to know my parents are thrilled that I& #39;m "no longer a sexual deviant."
( Day two, 8:07 am )
Woke up and immediately had an anxiety attack. Kime-chan hit me because she thought I was being hysterical. There& #39;s a bruise on my cheek now, and while the anxiety isn& #39;t obvious anymore, there& #39;s still a massive pit in my stomach.
Woke up and immediately had an anxiety attack. Kime-chan hit me because she thought I was being hysterical. There& #39;s a bruise on my cheek now, and while the anxiety isn& #39;t obvious anymore, there& #39;s still a massive pit in my stomach.
( Day four, 5:27 pm )
Strategy number one of avoiding relatives: sleeping through everything
Result? Failed. Lucid nightmares are awful, and I really do respect my aunt. I can at least attend her funeral.
Strategy number one of avoiding relatives: sleeping through everything
Result? Failed. Lucid nightmares are awful, and I really do respect my aunt. I can at least attend her funeral.
( Day five, 7:56 am )
Today is actually... Starting out okay. Mom made breakfast and I didn& #39;t die (yet) from food poisoning, so I think I& #39;m gonna be alright here, at least for now.
Today is actually... Starting out okay. Mom made breakfast and I didn& #39;t die (yet) from food poisoning, so I think I& #39;m gonna be alright here, at least for now.
( Day six, 10:51 pm )
So.
So.
( Day eight, 4:28 pm )
I keep forgetting to write, but anyways, I just spent the last three days puking my guts up because SOMEONE (read: my cousin) thought it would be funny to put something in my food. Nasty little lads.
I keep forgetting to write, but anyways, I just spent the last three days puking my guts up because SOMEONE (read: my cousin) thought it would be funny to put something in my food. Nasty little lads.
( Day nine, 2:36 am )
On the upside, only... 22 days left and I& #39;m already feeling unsafe enough that I can& #39;t sleep. I can& #39;t find my meds either, and at this point I don& #39;t think I packed them.
On the upside, only... 22 days left and I& #39;m already feeling unsafe enough that I can& #39;t sleep. I can& #39;t find my meds either, and at this point I don& #39;t think I packed them.
( Day nine, 9:12 am )
The funeral is scheduled for next week. I don& #39;t think I& #39;ll write much til then unless something happens that I need to document.
The funeral is scheduled for next week. I don& #39;t think I& #39;ll write much til then unless something happens that I need to document.
( Day eleven, 6:23 pm )
I realized I never elaborated- my worthless, disgusting, good for nothing excuse of a father appeared. I don& #39;t know where he& #39;s been since I got here, but he came home drunk in the middle of the afternoon and smacked me. I have a feeling the bruise on my >
I realized I never elaborated- my worthless, disgusting, good for nothing excuse of a father appeared. I don& #39;t know where he& #39;s been since I got here, but he came home drunk in the middle of the afternoon and smacked me. I have a feeling the bruise on my >
> cheek won& #39;t be disappearing any time soon.
( Day thirteen, 12:03 pm )
I am quite literally shaking with anger. The motherfucker went off on me this morning, calling me all sorts of fun names. Apparently they don& #39;t believe my "stories" of finding a good, respectable partner and settling down. I& #39;m starting to think I& #39;ll >
I am quite literally shaking with anger. The motherfucker went off on me this morning, calling me all sorts of fun names. Apparently they don& #39;t believe my "stories" of finding a good, respectable partner and settling down. I& #39;m starting to think I& #39;ll >
> head home before the funeral.
( Day eighteen, 7:31 pm )
The funeral was lovely- they even let me speak for a bit. I told them all how loving an vibrant she was when she was alive. I loved her, and I miss her so much...
The funeral was lovely- they even let me speak for a bit. I told them all how loving an vibrant she was when she was alive. I loved her, and I miss her so much...
( Day 27, 9:39 pm )
Mom bought me a train ticket back. I haven& #39;t typed because there& #39;s nothing to report, really. Except the occasional getting my ass beat and getting yelled at, but that& #39;s a normal parent thing, yeah?
Mom bought me a train ticket back. I haven& #39;t typed because there& #39;s nothing to report, really. Except the occasional getting my ass beat and getting yelled at, but that& #39;s a normal parent thing, yeah?
( Day 28, 2:17 pm )
Three more days. I saw numajiri today. It took... All of my strength to not deck him. And the fact that I was torn between doing that and running over to hug him since it& #39;s been so long since I last saw another gay. Fuck, I& #39;m getting a bit desperate.
Three more days. I saw numajiri today. It took... All of my strength to not deck him. And the fact that I was torn between doing that and running over to hug him since it& #39;s been so long since I last saw another gay. Fuck, I& #39;m getting a bit desperate.
( Day 29, 1:38 am )
Mom came in my room while she thought I was asleep. She sang to me, kissed my forehead, generally was all sweet. I wonder how much of a lie that was... I wish she& #39;d do it while she knew I was awake.
Mom came in my room while she thought I was asleep. She sang to me, kissed my forehead, generally was all sweet. I wonder how much of a lie that was... I wish she& #39;d do it while she knew I was awake.
( Day 30, 5:57 pm )
Finally home. Well. On the train again. I don& #39;t know if I& #39;m allowed home at this point. Boba said I could stay at his though, so I& #39;ll finally be able to get back on my feet again. I think I& #39;ll delete these eventually, they& #39;re kinda depressing, honestly.
Finally home. Well. On the train again. I don& #39;t know if I& #39;m allowed home at this point. Boba said I could stay at his though, so I& #39;ll finally be able to get back on my feet again. I think I& #39;ll delete these eventually, they& #39;re kinda depressing, honestly.
( Day 30, 7:19 pm )
Have you ever had an anxiety attack on a train? It& #39;s the worst. People keep staring at you, and the overstimulation that is the amount of outside noise had me in tears as I tried to chill the fuck out. Didn& #39;t work. Boba picked me up from the station though.
Have you ever had an anxiety attack on a train? It& #39;s the worst. People keep staring at you, and the overstimulation that is the amount of outside noise had me in tears as I tried to chill the fuck out. Didn& #39;t work. Boba picked me up from the station though.
( end of thread. please feel free to react to these in character or out of character! but for all intents and purposes yuuji is asleep now, and will not see any responses til morning.)
