He stares out that window too much, not knowing what will be of him, he likes to think he'll be okay, he won't but that's obvious. Time passes, he writes every now and then, nothing special though, listens to those gloomy songs because he thinks it makes his writing more "emotional" but it doesn't, because we've seen it before, it's not different. Yeah maybe we'll read it, but that's only because we've read everything else and this one's easy to judge. The end.
