03/05/2018
…It's almost funny to think about it, really.
Even in just a few months (feels more like an eternity) ago, no one worried about if I got enough sleep or was training too hard, at least, not more than any normal family would. The only thing my family really worried about was Vaso and I ramming through the dining room table, or tracking monster blood in the house. (Yaiyia has had more than one fit about that) I used to feel like I belonged to this family. That I deserved my position, that my sister was a healthy rival. I was out and about, diving deep into the oceans or wrestling with sasquatches who were getting a bit too rowdy. I was climbing trees and racing pixies. I was the one cleaning up the messes Vaso left behind on her rampaging ‘epics’ (as she likes to call them. It’s more like concentrated chaos or reckless shenanigans, I swear to God). There was a whole world out there, and it was mine for the taking.
I was on top of the world, guys.
I'm really not trying to sound like a jerk, but I feel like I tumbled into a pit and I can't climb myself out. Because once you're on top of the world, that's when the world decides to eff you up. I mean, I should know, I had to study all myths and legends as a small child.
So, obviously, that's when the symptoms really started to show up.