My breakdowns can be described really easily. They’re just a quick, shallow demonstration of each item in “10 self-destructive things to do when you’re too emo to think of something else” (an imaginary manual I made up to explain this crap to myself), a bit of self-pity, a lot of self-hate, and obsessing over not getting found. Specially the not getting found part.
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I was compensated by having the coolest dream ever. Butterfly Effect + Death Note + time-turner scene in HP&PoA + My Life. It was really dramatic, but it was awesome. It was about time-traveling, but with weird, different rules. “You can go back in an alternate reality, you can change the past, but he’s going to die in that exact moment anyway so don’t try to do anything to save him”… At least my creativity isn’t completely dead. That was enough to cheer me up a little bit, even if Gabriel died anyway.
