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*boops everyone's noses*

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Eh.. who needs Organs anyway.
Harpsichords sound plenty
menacing enough for an evil lair.

Ah, so the brain organ has already been removed, I see.
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@Queenfisher @Maple-Leaf
Come, let me show you my Lair.

Ah, so the brain organ has already been removed, I see.

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@Nahrenne, Bold of you to
assume I had one to be removed!

I personally wouldn't have walked through that archway with that spider there.
OwO

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*looks at FC confirming something unfortunate*
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You poor thing.

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Why is your existence unfortunate?
owO
Owo

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Now that I think about it. I feel like in some way, I always fail. Fail to do something, fail to be a proper friend, fail to finish something, fail to understand something, fail to communicate, even when I find success I fail to stand up to the pressure. Worst of all, I fail to acknowledge the good stuff as much as I do the bad stuff as it eats away at me.

If not for others, I don't know if I could ever feel joy, wanting others to smile seems like the one positive pressure that holds back all the rest. It gets so confusing sometimes. This rollercoaster of life. I love it when people around me are happy, yet somehow I always seem to fail and make them upset.

Or I disappoint them or myself, or both. Is it better to make someone happy even if you upset them later, or to just have never been there at all?

You mean like a white lie?
*tilts head*

Also, I don't see you as a failure.
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I mean, oh, so many things, really. I misunderstand things, a lot like you do actually, maybe I'm better at guessing now? But I still get things wrong a lot. I failed to finish college, and I failed to ever get any kind of real employment, because of it. It was never the tasks, or the schoolwork, it was everything around it.

I get lost in seas of details and can seemingly easily grasp things others find difficult, yet, the simplest and most mundane things, or observations, or common knowledge eludes me. I miss the things right in front of me while spotting some tiny detail in the distance and focus on that to the detriment of whatever is really important.

I have the stability and willpower of an empty aluminum can, that gets crushed under the slightest of pressures. A crowded grocery store seems frightening and intimidating, sometimes to the point of paralysis. My story's unexpected attention seems to have stilted my writing with anxiety, and my heart cries out in agony at all those people I'm now disappointing.

*huggles you lots and lots*

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Cutepearl, you are not disappointing anyone! You are one of the fluffiest and sweetest people here and nobody thinks you failed us o_o.

And your readers's expectations and pressure? They also probably just want you to stay healthy and happy so you can keep writing the story they liked at the pace that's most comfortable for you! Because without you -- no story!