He has a weird rule that he tries to follow as frequently as he can. He calls it “The Three Days Rule”. Briefly, after every three days he checks the boxes, or rewards himself, or even gets satisfied by the feeling of accomplishment.
We can call him crazy or out of this world, but he has a purpose behind all of this… we’ll discover it later on…Today is his first three days accomplishment… it’s the morning of the fourth day, he chose to be satisfied by the achieved mini goal.
No one understands most of what he does, and he doesn’t care about most people…All people.
She’s tired and exhausted.
She’s pretending to be who everyone thinks she is. She does it involuntary. She doesn’t mean to lie to everyone in her life, but even the closest to her don’t know that she’s lying to them. Why can’t she break through the shell that she trapped herself into in the first place? Why can’t she be herself and show her true daily emotions without being terrified. I’m not saying that she doesn’t have a personality, she does, she shows her personality like it’s her job. But her day to day emotions are never raveled, they never get to see the surface of her soul. She doesn’t know how to control her emotions except in one way… bottling them up until she can’t function anymore.
She was lying on her bed really tired because of that migraine that hit her out of no where. Nothing made her think of the upcoming summer heat, and how mad she would probably get because she can’t handle any heat in her space. She thought about what she would probably wear during this period of time, only to realize she doesn’t like how she looks in tank tops and sleeveless shirts. She yells. No one hears. No one should hear. It was as loud as the sound of silence that falls on her when she’s deep into thinking about the future.