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twenty-two<3

still my birthday hehe

i've literally wrote down ideas for the next like 10 chapters and i'm so excited man, so excited

tw: talk of body dysmorphia

the next day

athena pov 10:21am

i woke up to my phone going crazy.

i let out a audible groan and put my pillow over my head.

it was no use, the phone literally would not shut up.

"why" i grumbled, reaching over to grab my phone.

the reason everyone was going crazy was because of the dream tweet.

it was 1k likes away from hitting 300k .

it's so crazy to think about it man.

but my mood immediately lightened at the realisation that i could meet my best friends.

i threw my phone back down and rubbed my eyes.

i was really getting better since everything that happened with declan. my mental health still isn't great, but i'm trying! i'm trying to wake up with a more positive mindset, or whatever. i don't know how to really express my feelings. or talk about them or anything. but all i know,

is everything doesn't hurt as bad anymore.

which i see as improvement.

i got up from my bed and walked over to my clothes rack.

what to wear... what to wear...

i just chose something i felt comfortable in.

my glance moved over to my wall as i walked away with my clothes.

my mirror was still covered with one of my blankets. that's the one of the things i struggle with the most.

body image.

every time i look in the mirror , i see a different person.

i don't truly know what i look like. in my eyes, i'm all distorted, and odd. but i'm also working on that. i'm trying to fall in love with myself again.

and just,

fall in love.

not just with myself.

but i think i got that covered already.

i threw on my clothes and roughly made my bed for the day.

outfit in question <3

i sat down and checked my phone again. the tweet was now about 500 likes away. not far to go. he was definitely going to hit it.

now my main question was

would i be invited??

i scrolled through twitter, smiling at some of the memes.