stiles in new york

packed up

As I'm packing and putting everything away, oh how much I was going to miss my room

The fake flowers scott gave me, I'm definitely taking those with me. I close my suitcase and gab my sport bag filled with personal stuff

For instance the sweater I had stolen from Derek while I was cold and the scarf that I snatched from Isaac's bag when he wasn't looking the other day

"Dad!"

I yell from upstairs

"Yeah son?"

He says while quickly walking up the stairs

"Could carry this stuff down, I'm having a weak moment"

"Oh it's okey go sit down on the couch I'll give you some Suger"

"Oke thx"

"No problem kid"

He yells before I reached downstairs and walked up to the couch to finally sit down

I did not feel good at all, the normal headache was here of course but why did I have to be so dizzy

I'm so happy that I'm not taking a plane, cause guess where I'm going

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NEW YORK!

I'm not going alone, sort of, my uncle Phil lives there I haven't seen him in two years so it's going to be fun and he's driving me there

He has an apartment right in front of the stark tower, if I wasn't depressed I would be so stoked right now

It's not that I'm like depressed I think, I'm not necessarily sad I'm just numb, I find no interest in my Hobby's

I don't enjoy the taste of food

I don't wake up everyday thinking it will be the best day, my first thought in the morning is 'oh not again'

And I would say I'm not suicidal either, sure I've slit my wrists before but that was just to feel something wich is why I do it so much nowadays

But of course no one has noticed not even Scott, I haven't talked to him in forever, should I even say goodbye to him

Should I even say goodbye to anyone, I mean I love them it's not that but it will only cause more pain

Having to wave me out into my death, what if I just say I'm on vacation, nah Derek would probably tell them