“Louis Tomlinson has finally put the rest the rumours about his personal life and admitted that he is, in fact, a 'miffy' and proud. Now we always knew he was fond of a bit of teabagging, but now it's been settled.”—Sugarscape
I want to sleep with you. No, I don’t mean have sex. I mean sleep. Together. Under the blankets. In your bed. While you’re laying on my arm with my other hand on your body. With the window cracked, so it’s chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking. Just the muffled cries that you let slowly seep away from gurgling mouth as I slit your throat and sacrifice your worthless life to the dark overlord.
- Family: why do you look upset around us
- My mind: because i hate the way i look, i hate my anxiety, i hate how close minded you all are, i hate how i'm not good at pretty much everything
- My mouth: i have nothing to say
- Family: why are you so quiet
- Me: i -
- Family: what you don't like spending time with us why do you look upset
- Me: well -
- Family: why do you sound annoyed
- Me: just -
- Family: you just want to go home don't you
- Me: no i -
- Family: to be on that computer
- Me: ...