i don't want to be around but i like the talking to people i feel sick i wanna just lay in my bed and sleep rn but fuckin school and im about to cry and om ranting too much and i hatemyself sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry
“i..—”
he's merely standing
there frozen. he didn't
know what to do. he can't
do anything now can he?
he stands there letting the
older talk and poke at him
like he's a zoo animal. some
animal locked up. but he's not
locked up. just frozen.
“i—iii..came..”
he wasn't prepared.
he wasn't paying much*
attention. and he really
should have.
he becomes stiff, freezing up
on the spot. his face becomes
pale. he stares straight ahead.
please don't be real...
please don't be real...
please don't be real...
“a ..”