Drowning.

Leya

Heyyyy!!!! Sorry about the wait but I've decides to actually update this time. Too busy learning new mcr songs on the piano I guess(yes! I play)! Well this is it, so excited for when they get talking, know the feeling? Xxx

He watches me when he thinks I don't notace. I guess I should be scared but I'm not. Infact, I'm kinda comforted by it. The sort of strange relief that I get when the knife cuts into my wrists. Like someone out there actually cares about, something can make the pain disapper, if only briefly.

He dosnt know that I know his name but thwn again, who wouldn't?

He's Issac Ironfeld, misfit, wonder, self-involved prick from what I've heard. And yet, he cares. More then anyone else so far.
Maybe that's why I walk up to him, swaying in the wind. I casually wipe away the tear that trickles from my eye, lonesome and unafraid. I turn it into a sweet of the hand, a confident gesture that makes even me believe that maybe, just maybe, I'm okay. I'm not though. I will never be okay.

-Issac, right?