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BroccoliTheGirlA single petal fell off the flower in her garden. Rose held the limp, dead, flower in her hands one last time before throwing it away. Rose had just broken up with her boyfriend and was killing the roses he bought her
After that purge of his flowers and other items (Burned in her fireplace) she decided to go and do some self-care
She started by going outside and laying in her garden, admiring the many flowers she had grown and admiring the sky, the clouds made her so inspired she decided to bring her notebook out and draw them
While drawing, she also wore her airpods™ to listen to her favorite songs, she always got inspired when she listened to music. She hummed along as she mindlessly doodled over her notebook, enjoying the song and now her life.
Suddenly, her childhood song came on and memories and ideas flooded her mind. She went inside and started typing away on her laptop, drinking a Dr Pepper™ while doing so. Writing was a childhood hobby and hearing that old song gave her an idea for a story. No one read her stories but it still made her happy. And it did, she was already happier writing her story then she’d ever been with her boyfriend
Rose then woke up at 3:50 in the afternoon. She realized she needed some sleep after all those nights of insomnia, she was grateful to finally get some sleep. Maybe the exhaustion helped, maybe writing, or… Maybe getting dumped was a good thing. It seemed to help
She got herself up and went to her local gym. Feeling energized after that power nap. Feeling strong and confident, she went to lift weights way heavier than she should lift. Her body ached but her mind and heart couldn’t be stronger. She finally felt happy, she realized this is what happiness is. Not when she was on a date with her boyfriend, not when she went to a dinner with her family
Rose had depression, this wasn’t new. But she realized, now she was happy. So when she went home, her dog was at her heels. When she ordered a nice meal for herself. When she popped on her favorite movie. When her ex knocked on her door. She knew she was happy. Without him.
Hello World. I’m back.
Note: This is my first self-insert (Expections like age, gardening, having an ex boyfriend, stuff like that) I just wanted a way of showing my support for PMC and it's members. Thank you all for helping me get through some bad times. Thank you all, so much. Thank you.
After that purge of his flowers and other items (Burned in her fireplace) she decided to go and do some self-care
She started by going outside and laying in her garden, admiring the many flowers she had grown and admiring the sky, the clouds made her so inspired she decided to bring her notebook out and draw them
While drawing, she also wore her airpods™ to listen to her favorite songs, she always got inspired when she listened to music. She hummed along as she mindlessly doodled over her notebook, enjoying the song and now her life.
Suddenly, her childhood song came on and memories and ideas flooded her mind. She went inside and started typing away on her laptop, drinking a Dr Pepper™ while doing so. Writing was a childhood hobby and hearing that old song gave her an idea for a story. No one read her stories but it still made her happy. And it did, she was already happier writing her story then she’d ever been with her boyfriend
Rose then woke up at 3:50 in the afternoon. She realized she needed some sleep after all those nights of insomnia, she was grateful to finally get some sleep. Maybe the exhaustion helped, maybe writing, or… Maybe getting dumped was a good thing. It seemed to help
She got herself up and went to her local gym. Feeling energized after that power nap. Feeling strong and confident, she went to lift weights way heavier than she should lift. Her body ached but her mind and heart couldn’t be stronger. She finally felt happy, she realized this is what happiness is. Not when she was on a date with her boyfriend, not when she went to a dinner with her family
Rose had depression, this wasn’t new. But she realized, now she was happy. So when she went home, her dog was at her heels. When she ordered a nice meal for herself. When she popped on her favorite movie. When her ex knocked on her door. She knew she was happy. Without him.
Hello World. I’m back.
Note: This is my first self-insert (Expections like age, gardening, having an ex boyfriend, stuff like that) I just wanted a way of showing my support for PMC and it's members. Thank you all for helping me get through some bad times. Thank you all, so much. Thank you.
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