I've had to spend so much time with the same three people, Hoodie, Masky and Slenderman.
Hoodie and masky are okay, but masky's a work-a-holic, and hoodies just too silent.
I think I've already displayed my hatred for Slenderman, even if he tries to care.
Which mean that I get bored 24/7 when all I need is a real friend, someone who will understand my mind, and give a crap about it.
Well. Scrap that, because it's never gonna happen.
Welcome back suicidal thoughts; long time no see.
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FanfictionMy name is Toby Rodgers. I have Tourettes, Insomnia and CIPA (congenital insensitivity to pain anhidrosis) I guess i'm lucky to be alive. But sometimes the voices in my head make me decide that i'd rather be dead.
