tyler
9:41 pm// math is hard. math is simple. that's what makes it hard. anything simple gives my mind a chance to slip away into complexity. the thoughts. the questions. why am I alive? why have I been chosen to suffer? what did I do wrong? i feel tired. tired is a relief. it's a chance of having real sleep, not lucid nightmares, where I control of the dream, but not the control I need.
i climb into bed. i slip away peacefully like every night, but the peacefulness never lasts.
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please vote if you like this! (:
I'm very excited about where I think this will go.
oh & side note this is a high school tyler. probably junior year? idk. & yes he knows Josh (:
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time to say goodbye || a twenty one pilots fiction
Fanfictionlife shouldn't be this way for tyler joseph. he has a loving family, a great best friend & a basketball scholarship. there is no reason for this issue. but is there?
