#ameliajbones

James took a deep breath as he tried to get his bearings or at least look like he had them. "Hey," he said, attempting his usual smile. It felt hollow even to him.

He let it fall under the scrutiny of Amelia's gaze. "I've never seen you off your game like this."

"Yeah, well," James grumbled. "I'm working a lot and... not sleeping well." He didn't tell her it was because of the confusion and sorrow that filled his dreams, nor the red hair filtering through it.

"I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, or anything, but the door was wide open."

James let his head fall back scrubbing his hands over it buy himself time before answering. "Sorry you had the hear that."

He didn't argue with his parents often, but naturally it would happen when he'd finally talked Amelia into joining him for dinner. He should have known better than to bring her here, even if he had wanted to cook for her.

@ameliajbones || fight meme || accepting

“I act like I have it all together, but secretly I constantly feel like I have no idea what I’m doing. I plunge headfirst into things because I need to feel like I’m doing something, there’s this fire inside of me demanding that I be productive, that I put effort towards trying to make a difference. I take pride in my work and on the outside, I want people to think that I love my job and that everything is great. But the reality is I’m still struggling to figure out what I’m really supposed to be doing with my life, and how to get people to listen to me and take me seriously. It’s incredibly frustrating.”