username lover boy
name clementine
gender bi - he/she
happiness happiness happiness happiness happiness happiness
NOTHING EXISTS FOR A REASON. EVERYONE'S GONNA DIE.
IF NOT FOR YOU AND ME, THIS LIFE WOULD BE
UTTERLY MEANINGLESS AND I WOULD FOREVER BE
LOST IN MY THOUGHTS, SLOWLY DROWNING
MYSELF IN THE DEPTHS OF ETERNAL SADNESS AND
I WOULD NEVER FEEL COMPLETE WITHOUT YOUR
CHARMING SMILE AND GLOWING EYES. YOU
ARE MY HAPPINESS AND YOU ARE THE REASON I AM
HERE TODAY WITH YOU, SITTING UNDER THIS
PEACH TREE ON MY TINY, LONELY ISLAND.
clementine is a sweet and gentle soul with a heart of gold, but
often has issues with controlling her emotions, and people are
drawn away from her because of that. clementine often finds
herself sitting in the forest or at the beach thinking about her
seemingly normal, calm, and highly unsatisfying life. though her
life isn't necessarily bad, clementine often finds it gloomy and
boring. living in a small town has never been ideal for her, and
she often daydreams about living in a big, bright, and exciting
city. she's constantly telling herself to move, yet she never has.
it seems like she's stuck in a state of perpetual dissatisfaction
and boredom on her odd little island on the coast of Nova Scotia.
a small hill in the middle of nowhere; a tree, a big one, with
round, green leaves, a small brown trunk, and multiple small
peaches hanging from a few branches. the leaves rustle sligh
tly as the wind flows. under the tree is a small figure, sitting
cross-legged and staring blankly at a small sketchbook with a
drawing of a girl in it. their ginger hair waves with the wind,
the leaves, the grass, the tree, the earth, the island, the oce
an, the planet, the universe, everything. there's something od
d about them, something seems off. they pick up a small penc
il and begin adding details to the drawing in the sketchbook.
they look up again, this time they seem to be looking at a small
bush about fifteen feet away from the tree.
a faint rustling noise comes from the bush and another figure
emerges from the forest behind it. the ginger-haired figure smi
les and gets back to drawing. the other, who has a darker skin
tone and a short tuft of white hair starts walking towards the
tree.
"it's been a while, luka."
clementine often spends her time alone. during the day, she is
usually found lying in the forest, on the vast bed of moss. at ni
ght clementine sits by the beach and roasts marshmallows over
a small fire in a firepit she made herself; the smell of the fire
triggers a warm feeling of nostalgia and happiness. clementine's
hobbies include drawing, acrylic painting, and writing. she enjo
ys drawing in her sketchbook or writing in her journal under a
peach tree that is on a small hill close to her house. when it rains,
clementine goes outside to cry and let her feelings out; she feels
that the rain is the only thing that doesn't mind her sobbing.
sometimes everything feels so broken. sometimes i feel like i'm
lost and trapped and i can't do anything at all. sometimes i feel
like i can't fix anything because the world is too chaotic and eve
rything is wrong.
i feel lost and i feel like i'm just a spec. i feel like the universe
has no purpose and neither do i. it's so weird how everything is
nothing and we have to make it something. what do i make out
of life? what am i supposed to do? i'm alone when i'm surrounded
by people and i'm surrounded by people when i'm alone.
