AUTHORS NOTE: hey, its me again. sorry the last chapter was short, i just haven't been feeling up to doing much lately. in case you haven't noticed, all the chapter titles are named after a bunch of songs. i really hope u enjoy it, cya! :)
I lay staring upwards at my ceiling. I'm cold. My wet hair clings limply to my forehead, no shape or form whatsoever. Jesus Christ. I think I'm going crazy. Hayden. My whole world circulates around him, but I still feel like I hardy know him.
I want to sleep, but my eyes won't close. Almost 2 AM. It's funny the things that end up keeping you up for hours. I've been thinking about the death and revival of emo culture over the years. It's pretty interesting really. I was just looking over some of the videos from when Denny took me to some weird concert thingy in Canberra last year, and I honestly can't figure out how all of this history stuff works. I think it kind of went in waves. I think it started with an old band called Rites of Spring, got it's name thought MCR or Green Day or something, then died in 2012. I mean I thought it died, but obviously not. Then it evolved to what I think you would probably call pop-punk, with all the bands like Panic! at the Disco and Fallout Boy.
Music is weird.
I don't why I started thinking about emo. I'm not against it or anything. My taste is very diverse. I used to be an all out Directioner back in the early days, but I think I've come to recognise the solo and divine beauty of Harry alone. His hairline is receding...not that that's a bad thing. It just means he's getting old. At 26. God, please don't let me go bald young.
YOU ARE READING
The Sadness Feels Heavier Underwater
De Todosometimes silence is the loudest sound of all
