AN: continuing a series is so exhausting. i could never be an author rip me.
I never have much to do, so I tend to over-think things. Sometimes, I feel like Dante can see right through me, like he can see all the lies I tell him every day. Even when I'm at home, like now. Even when I'm safe... Even within the confines of this room - my room, he can still get to me.
I feel bad.
Upset?
Maybe.
He seemed so happy, so ecstatic when I managed to get a good grade in his favourite subject - English. Is it because we're friends? Well, even if that is why... It doesn't matter.
I can't stand being good at this. I dislike writing, and I dislike reading. There's nothing fun or interesting about it. I hate words. So much so that I avoid them whenever I can. Is that what a phobia is like?
"Oh well..." I flopped onto my bed in deep thought.
I don't know, but it doesn't matter.
I just wish words would disappear forever.
YOU ARE READING
Anachronism
Randomp e o p l e a r e l i s t e n i n g t o y o u r e v e r y w o r d s o c l o s e t h e d o o r b e f o r e y o u l e t t h e m b e h e a r d a s t o r y a b o u t t h a t w h i c h c a n n o t e x i s t
