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smash_logs2014-03-08 09:33 pm
butterbelieveamanspromise) wrote in smash_logs2014-03-08 09:33 pm
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THAT A HEART'S A HEART AND WE DO WHAT WE CAN
Who: Mondo and Jock
What: OH NO WHY ARE YOU SAD
When: Backdated toooo oh let's say the 2nd of March.
Where: Outside on school grounds.
Theme song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbDRzqI4YhE
When you let internal struggles stay... well, internal, they start to eat you up inside. Mondo didn't want to talk about his problems with just anyone. He didn't know how to bring them to light, want to cause concern, let his heart drip all out of his sleeves and make him feel exposed. He'd been avoiding his friends more than usual anyway. Another part of him craved an outlet. Usually he'd resort to venting his frustrations by physical means, whether it be coming to blows with someone or working with his hands or letting speed and the sound of a furious engine placate his nerves. They never confronted his problems at the source, though, and by ignoring them in favor of distractions, they never got sorted. They remained an ethereal substance that haunted him everywhere. It was a human outlet, then, that he sorely needed.
But sometimes, he found himself deeply rooted in his private vexations. For a guy who steered away from thinking too hard about things, it wasn't like he was incapable of swimming through complex thoughts. It just... felt like he was drowning in them. With the solitude of nothing but the lawn expanding out on all sides of him, it was easy to let his despondency express itself. It wasn't much of an expression, just sad, sad eyes and a deep frown aimed at the ground as a particularly distressing thought clamped down and pulled him under.
What he didn't know was that a possible human outlet was somewhere nearby. And it wasn't just a human outlet, but probably something far more effective at healing torn up hearts.
What: OH NO WHY ARE YOU SAD
When: Backdated toooo oh let's say the 2nd of March.
Where: Outside on school grounds.
Theme song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbDRzqI4YhE
When you let internal struggles stay... well, internal, they start to eat you up inside. Mondo didn't want to talk about his problems with just anyone. He didn't know how to bring them to light, want to cause concern, let his heart drip all out of his sleeves and make him feel exposed. He'd been avoiding his friends more than usual anyway. Another part of him craved an outlet. Usually he'd resort to venting his frustrations by physical means, whether it be coming to blows with someone or working with his hands or letting speed and the sound of a furious engine placate his nerves. They never confronted his problems at the source, though, and by ignoring them in favor of distractions, they never got sorted. They remained an ethereal substance that haunted him everywhere. It was a human outlet, then, that he sorely needed.
But sometimes, he found himself deeply rooted in his private vexations. For a guy who steered away from thinking too hard about things, it wasn't like he was incapable of swimming through complex thoughts. It just... felt like he was drowning in them. With the solitude of nothing but the lawn expanding out on all sides of him, it was easy to let his despondency express itself. It wasn't much of an expression, just sad, sad eyes and a deep frown aimed at the ground as a particularly distressing thought clamped down and pulled him under.
What he didn't know was that a possible human outlet was somewhere nearby. And it wasn't just a human outlet, but probably something far more effective at healing torn up hearts.