Savior Complex - Blog Posts
E com aquele beijo todas as memórias voltaram como se fossem fotografias velhas guardadas em uma caixa.
Você sabe que elas estão lá, mas prefere não mexer, pois a bagunça que irá fazer após remexe-las, não vale a pena.
I was talking with a few friends and I was showing my “hear me out” list that isn’t actually a hear me out list (it’s more of a I would love to give you a hug and a cookie and listen to you talk about your problems for hours list) and as I was explaining that I wouldn’t really like to be with these people in any way but friendly, a teacher ended up overhearing the conversation and proceeded to tell me that I have a savior complex.
After taking some time to really think about it and analyze myself,
I’m sad to report that I have a savior complex.
Hey so what about the fact that Maria Robotnik’s last words probably fuck up Shadow for life.
Like imagine you’re created with the sole purpose of saving this one person - your sister, the only person on an entire space station who’s your age. You spend all your time together because again, you’re the only kids on a goddamn station in outer space.
And then you watch her sacrifice herself to save you. She gets shot and as the one person you were created to save dies before your very eyes, she tells you the reason you were brought into the world was to make everyone happy.
Oh and then you get captured by her murderers and frozen for 50 years like. The moment you land on earth.
Like what the fuck? Shadow is but a wee child and a space rodent who has never been to Earth and he already have more trauma then a seal team six of therapists could deal with, but let’s put everyone else’s happiness first I guess.
hi my angels
i don’t know what i’m doing wrong
i don’t know how i can help
what good am i if i can’t do the one thing im good at
i say i can talk and help but i feel im no use. im sorry im sorry i dont have the answers. i dont know what to do.
