So. It's me again.
Second entry. Think this is the longest I've stuck to something like this without giving it up and calling it 'pointless' or just 'fucking stupid'.
I mean, it is, but I haven't thrown it in the bin so...yay! Progress! (Note my sarcasm, small leather book that I have yet to give a name - you're not a fucking diary)
Anyway, my day summed up;
School = long, tedious, boring, plain, lonely.
Home = empty, fragile, boring, plain, lonely.
Myself = tired, empty, fragile, plain, lonely...
There's clearly a pattern here, do you see?
If only there was something to fill the boring, plain, empty, lonely parts of my life up.
If only.
Cal
A/N
Have you gathered this is going to be quite sad yet? Poor cal
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Nyctophilia||Malum AU
FanfictionNyctophilia (n.) Love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness. Short chapters Warning Depression Abuse ©imagining5soss
