I haven’t been sleeping (sorry) - chapter 2/? (CRSAU)

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Full title: I haven’t been sleeping (sorry) - chapter 2/? (CRSAU) Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1364596202 Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1295257431/ Content warning: references to childhood trauma vaguely, implications of mental illness, minor implications in the second last timeskip ‾‾\_/‾-ᐟ\_/‾‾\_/‾-ᐟ\____/‾‾\________/‾\__ Pearl :: I.. I haven’t been sleeping lately. It’s been about… what, a month give or take? since the first recording. I was told it would help, I might even find it more comforting than I realised. But… Pearl :: …But I have kind of just been going around, reading statements, writing and poetry, anything. I don’t… I can’t read this aloud, I can’t. It burns my mind to static even trying to read it in my head. Which is probably a mental block strategy but I don’t… I don’t know anymore. Pearl :: I was told, that no matter what, I’d be supported. But I gave up on everyone who hadn’t given up on me. Pearl :: as I said I haven’t been sleeping. I can’t sleep without thoughts of… no, you’ve probably heard from the crime podcasts or articles or something, but you don’t know anything. You didn’t know him, I.. I don’t think I know him either. Pearl :: this is a lot, this is too much. I wasn’t ready. I just get carried away with my emotions. I can’t- *deep breath* Pearl :: I am sat on my kitchen floor, at midnight, speaking to a computer, instead of my perfectly good therapist. Pearl :: void, I never thought I’d be this impacted by the actions of others. *silence except for the hum of technology and the spilling of tears* ‾‾\_/‾-ᐟ\_/‾‾\_/‾-ᐟ\____ *shuffling* *incoherent mumbling* Pearl :: well, I fell asleep here. My face is red and stuck together, ew. I think my therapist was right for once, not the whole ‘record writing and statements from your brother to make you feel better’, but the whole recording bit, that actually kind of worked. I’d rather cry in front of a screen than not cry at all I think. Pearl :: screw the whole ordeal of: sleeping next to technology makes you unhealthy. I haven’t been healthy for years. And this is actually helping, so yeah screw it. *footsteps* Scar :: what are we screwing? Pearl :: stop making it sound weird. *splutters* Scar :: I wasn’t! Pearl :: yes you were, you know what you did. Scar :: I do not! How dare you accuse me of anything! I’m a sweet innocent cat man. Pearl :: that’s what they all say! You’re going to cat man jail! Scar :: *gasp of shock* noooo! Not cat man jail! *sounds of overlapping giggling* ‾‾\_/‾-ᐟ\_/‾‾\_/‾-ᐟ\____/‾‾\________/‾\__ Scar :: I’m just trying to keep her happy. One step at a time. It’s good to see pearl smile again. And laugh. And just not look like she’s halfway to deaths door. Scar :: I’m trying my hardest. It’s not getting better overnight, I got really scared when I found her passed out in the kitchen this morning. But she seemed happier. Scar :: people being happy, that’s good. I can work with that. But I’m not a smart caretaker who can handle all of that. So I’ll work with somewhat okay for now. ‾‾\_/‾-ᐟ\_/‾‾\_/‾-ᐟ\____/‾‾\________/‾\__