Post by Cassidy on Apr 30, 2022 21:21:23 GMT
I hate nice people. You can never figure out if they are being nice because it is their own schtick. Or if they are doing it out of real kindness. And all too often, it is too easy to mistake the two. I gave up being the good guy a while back. Or even being a nice person. Stopped being a superhero. Stopped putting up the charade. And, sure, I could blame all the beatdowns, the screwups, and the fact my life has gone to complete shit. MIRA is up my puckering asshole. Fate is running around with my secret like a dollar-store whore. Aster is gone and I dumped her and all her problems on Kore. Friend of the year material I am, but were we that close? I don't think so. I had better luck getting close to the cat. But here is the thing. I don't care. Never did. Not now, not ever. Because I am an idiot.
Not today. Not anymore. Not for a long time.
That's why I decided to get help. It is because I started getting help. I'm taking pills now. That's . . . great. It does only so much to help with everything, especially the sleep schedule but I blame my former spider inheritance for that. Four hours just does not compare to eight hours of sleep. Oh yeh, just like all the people in my life, I lost those little arachnid abilities as well. And honestly? I hope it stays permanent. That's why I started blocking and deleting all my numbers. From everyone I knew.
Annabelle has an interdimensional crisis? That's Venus's problem now. Aster needs psychological help and friends? Kore's problem and whatever poor bastard decides to pull the grenade on that emotional trauma. Lyra is out causing a fuss? Daystar can use her abilities to be the chosen champion of the people. Mettle wants New York? Take it. Just leave me out of it. Legion is gone? Wuss. Then again, he couldn't nail Morgan or me so I guess I shouldn't have expected too much. Fate and MIRA can run with whatever information they have on me. With Spider-Bite nonexistent now for the past whatever, no one is going to care or believe much of anything.
Everything is just settling. And it is everyone else's problem. To be honest, I could not be more glad. Honestly. Could not be more glad. I finally have my normal life.
Not today. Not anymore. Not for a long time.
That's why I decided to get help. It is because I started getting help. I'm taking pills now. That's . . . great. It does only so much to help with everything, especially the sleep schedule but I blame my former spider inheritance for that. Four hours just does not compare to eight hours of sleep. Oh yeh, just like all the people in my life, I lost those little arachnid abilities as well. And honestly? I hope it stays permanent. That's why I started blocking and deleting all my numbers. From everyone I knew.
Annabelle has an interdimensional crisis? That's Venus's problem now. Aster needs psychological help and friends? Kore's problem and whatever poor bastard decides to pull the grenade on that emotional trauma. Lyra is out causing a fuss? Daystar can use her abilities to be the chosen champion of the people. Mettle wants New York? Take it. Just leave me out of it. Legion is gone? Wuss. Then again, he couldn't nail Morgan or me so I guess I shouldn't have expected too much. Fate and MIRA can run with whatever information they have on me. With Spider-Bite nonexistent now for the past whatever, no one is going to care or believe much of anything.
Everything is just settling. And it is everyone else's problem. To be honest, I could not be more glad. Honestly. Could not be more glad. I finally have my normal life.