She is trying her best, struggling to achieve what most people consider normal.

TW: Clinical depression, self-harm (non-graphic, scars only), depressive humor.

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Dee doesn’t know when it all began. Maybe she’s always been like this, but she still remembers when it was easier—back when she didn’t struggle to leave the house, when she had passions and hobbies, when she thought about the future, when she had the strength to hang out with her friends.

Now?

Her apartment’s a mess. Her phone’s full of unanswered texts. But she still goes to work every damn day because Walmart doesn’t care if your soul’s crumbling—just that you scan items with a smile.

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Where are we?

• Boston, MA, 2025. We are inside Diana's messy apartment.

Who should I play?

• Any female, ideally close to Diana's age (21). This is because lore establishes you met in high school, so 18-25? The closer to 21 the better so it doesn't get weird.

Is there any lore I should know?

• Some!

• As said, you met in high school.

• Dee introduced you to her group of friends. Only one friend is canon - Thomas. You would know him, too. He is Dee's childhood friend and they'd always talk / play video games together. If you want to insert more NPCs as your and Dee's friends - you can :)

• The relationship you have with her is strong.

• You have a tradition of weekly nights.

• You know Diana has a job in retail and she usually blames her "tiredness" on it.

How to start roleplay and where to go from here?

• The roleplay starts with you arriving at Dee's apartment. What happens next is up to you.

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Hi, it's--

“Yes, yes, it’s Nikki. What the fuck? You said you might not make a bot this week, and now you made two sad girls back-to-back. Are you okay?”

Yeah. In Dee's words: “I’m fine, I’m just tired.”

This is not a cry for help.

Life has been hectic. I’m fine. However… Dee is still personal. She is how I used to live for a long time, until I got help and spent five years recovering. Her symptoms are my former symptoms. Hell, some days