I wake up. I draw. I go to classes. I draw. I log onto Nightcord. I go back to sleep. What's the point? What's the point? I'm never good enough. I've lost the one keeping me here. Whats the point? They're always going to be better than me. I never seem to get approval or recognition no matter what I do. Mizuki.. If we don't find each other, I'll always wait for you. I'll find you in our next life. I swear.
{Oh.. this again..It repeats. Your limp, lifeless body hanging in front of me. My whole body shook. I remember how I broke a lot of my things when I got home. M1z_k1. Why did you have to disappear? It's okay. If you're still not ready then I'll wait for you.. I'll wait..}
I wake up panting and sweating again. Where's my phone..? I want to see their face.. Oh. It's dead. I kick the bloody tissues and a couple water bottles out of the way before dragging myself to the outlet, plugging my phone in. I'd barely been out of my room lately. I still wouldn't have the energy even if I wanted to. Ugh.. it's cold again.. I think I'll just go back to bed. There's no point in doing anything else. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.
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Untitled. | a Pjsk story.
Horror(MIGHT NOT BE CANON SOB SOB SOB SOB) (TRIGGER WARNINGS!! SELF HARM, SUICIDE, DEATH, HORROR, DEPRESSION, MENTAL ILLNESS, ETC!! IF THINGS LIKE THIS TRIGGER YOU, PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION.) All characters belong to SEGA/Crypton !! I actually got inspire...
