deadpoet     

I’m going to rest now. I feel t-tired. Goodnight :)”

“…Are people still here? I-It’s fine if not.”

“Whatever. A-At least he loves me (or I hope so) and that’s enough f-for me. I just need to get my mind off of things. Should I ask him to go on a walk to the lake with me? Probably. ”

“I am literally so useless that all I’ll ever be worth is just the worth of my very own body. My flesh and bones. I will never truly be more than that; my skin. I know it and everyone else knows it too. Why are they even pretending anyways? To hurt me even more? To make it sting even more when I realize they were being sincere only after they left because of the very self fulfilling prophecy I am? S-So how are you all?”

“S-So, where were we? Oh yeah, ask me a-anything!”

“I-If I had a dollar for every time I was called a homo here, I would have t-two dollars. Which isn’t a lot. J-Just that.”

“(insert end of rant) ” inhale “That was a mouthful. But definitely worth it!”

“Oh my lord I’m such a f-fool of him. I’m probably going straight to hell after this. “

“I kind of wish Neil was here…it feels like he’d really like this place, considering he’s q-quite social.”
“Well, he’s not only that. He’s really pretty. And caring. And intelligent, and kind, and very lovable, as well as (insert rant) ”

“Well, this isn’t t-too bad! People seem really nice here.”

“So apparently, people here make c-comics. Well, I’m not really k-keen on that so I guess I’m j-just going to talk here.”

“Just out of curiosity…w-what do people even do here?”
“This is so strange.”

(I’m fucking scared I’m gonna misspcharacterize himaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa help jsjsdohehiuehuigluiwefgiwauefgaiuwlg)/ooc