It's him.
I know him.
That face.
Oh my bright and shining Lord.
His eyes.
Those mesmerising eyes inviting hope and interest to manifest in your mind. His smile gleaming in the darkness of this hell - falsely labelled as school to the average civilian. His hair sways -
Whoa
Hold up
Nope nope
Back to square one.
This is not me. This is not some sickly, traggic, filmic, perfect reality.
This is life, in which the acceptance of three simple facts dictats the length of your survival:
Boys = imbeciles
Love = boringggggg
Chocolate = literally the only thing in the world you need and know will never leave your side
A bit traggic ?? I guess
Accurate ?? 100%
