Optimism is not Amelia's strong suit. There's a vague inkling of hope of getting home, but it gets harder to hold on to it every day.
"If recent history is any indication, I know I can't keep this up. I want to do things, to interact with people, but going outside, speaking with others... it's hard." Her lack of physical activity and sleep is obvious. Dark circles color the space under her eyes, a small but constant furrow knots her brow, and a slight shake happens with every motion. On top of that, the shirt that fit so nicely just a few week ago seems to be hanging off of her a bit. It seems as if when she pulled away, she pulled away completely, pushing aside her physical needs to wallow in her misery.
"I've been fighting myself for so long... and it has to stop. I've pushed everyone away, even when I didn't mean to." A shaky hand reaches up to wipe at her eyes. "And not just here. At home, I... I was there for everyone, but I never let them be there for me, never really heard their questions of concern for my well-being. I got so wrapped up in doing what I believed was the best course of action for everyone else that I never bothered to look at myself, to wonder what I wanted. I thought all I wanted was what was best for them, but now, trapped so far from those I gave my life to, I don't know anymore."
She sighs heavily, her eyes closing slowly. "If I stay this way, I'm going to die. Maybe not physically, but I won't be myself anymore. I want to be better. I need to be better."
Yup, but now we get a sister song for for feels: https://youtu.be/1wd1nUB-XkE
"If recent history is any indication, I know I can't keep this up. I want to do things, to interact with people, but going outside, speaking with others... it's hard." Her lack of physical activity and sleep is obvious. Dark circles color the space under her eyes, a small but constant furrow knots her brow, and a slight shake happens with every motion. On top of that, the shirt that fit so nicely just a few week ago seems to be hanging off of her a bit. It seems as if when she pulled away, she pulled away completely, pushing aside her physical needs to wallow in her misery.
"I've been fighting myself for so long... and it has to stop. I've pushed everyone away, even when I didn't mean to." A shaky hand reaches up to wipe at her eyes. "And not just here. At home, I... I was there for everyone, but I never let them be there for me, never really heard their questions of concern for my well-being. I got so wrapped up in doing what I believed was the best course of action for everyone else that I never bothered to look at myself, to wonder what I wanted. I thought all I wanted was what was best for them, but now, trapped so far from those I gave my life to, I don't know anymore."
She sighs heavily, her eyes closing slowly. "If I stay this way, I'm going to die. Maybe not physically, but I won't be myself anymore. I want to be better. I need to be better."