i'm having an emotional breakdown okay

It's too early for this...
  • Friend: I just read this really amazing DenNor fanfic and I think I just died because feels
  • Me: what was it about?
  • Friend: an incredibly angsty fanfic where there's an explosion and Denmark gets brain damage and Norway has to take care of him
  • Me: ...were you reading "secret crowds" by Glassamilk?...
  • Friend: yeah! Have you read it?
  • Me: *terrified screaming*
  • Friend: are you okay??
  • Me: congrats, welcome to Glassamilk hell. To your left you'll find half the hetalia fans having emotional breakdowns over pineapple because of Gutters. To your right you'll find people sobbing their eyes out over A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes. Wandering aimlessly you'll find anyone who's ever read any of their stories and had their heart ripped out. Hope you enjoy your stay.
  • Friend: Should I be concerned?...
  • Me: Definitely. You'll never escape. Just give in to the feels now and then I'll introduce you to another evil mastermind known as George DeValier
  • Friend: *screams*
I'm having an emotional breakdown.

My aunt just texted me asking if she told me what Puck said in the garage to my other aunt on Mother’s Day. My other aunt’s mom died a few months ago so she was in the garage upset. Apparently Puck said to her, “it’s okay. My grandma told me my mommy was flat from the car, but I just try not to think about it”.

A) why did the visit supervisor let this conversation happen and/or why didn’t she notify me

B) what the absolute fuck? Why would you even say that

why why why why why why why why
I. Do. Not. Understand.

Puck was asking me about it a few weeks ago (if her mom was flat), but I just figured she put two and two together. The fact that a fucking grown adult put that in her head makes me SICK.

I sound dramatic, but I can’t breathe and I’m so confused and my kids deserve a fucking break and I’m so tired of being the only one who picks up the pieces just to have them continuously smashed.

I can’t do it. I know it’s small, but it feels really big. This is minuscule to what they’ve been through/the crazy shadiness of this case, but this is where I want to throw the fucking towel in. Because what in the absolute fuck.


“It’s not like that. It was just a kiss. And we talked about it later. Kind of. He says he ‘has to think.’ Whatever that means.” She sighed again, this time in a lovelorn way. “He probably wasn’t really into the kiss and is just trying to find a way to let me down gently.”
“Did he kiss you back?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I think I caught him off guard.”
“Jailbait, he’s a guardian. They’re never caught off guard.”