It's Saturday night, not that it matters. I'll just be in my room, like any other day of the week, listening to the sounds of laughter and playing outside my window, reminding me of how I used to do that. It's a routine now.
I'm just so mad at the moment, and I don't know why. Is that normal? I'm just so mad about everything.
I don't like to write. I don't even know why I'm doing it. It's not sorting out my thoughts, at all. I just feel more confused than ever.
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Nyctophilia
Teen Fiction❝I love the stars, because they can't say anything. I love the stars, because they do not judge anyone.❞ [cover credit: @outliar-]
