"heather" ~ conan gray [DISCONTINUED]

two.

the day drags on as usual, and i spend most of my classes doodling little photos of them and their sweater, or watching the clock until class is over. today was especially hard after the sudden anxiety boost, which seemed to last longer than most days i wake up with it. as soon as the bell rings at the end of the day i pack up, and go meet my best friend at their locker.
"hey, conan" they say, almost guiltily. "i need my sweater".
"oh right", i reply, and i open my bag to find the soft blue sweater i wore so happily yesterday. i hand it back, and they look at me with pitiful eyes. "there's a party later tonight, at tyler's place, if you're down to go?"
i nod my head, "sure, i'll be there." it's friday and i need to get things off my mind, so maybe it'll be good for me.
after school, i just listen to music and cry. i know i need to get my emotions out before i let them out at the party, though i don't really drink, i'm just being extra safe.
time passes, as i cry and write a few songs. hours fly by, and before i know it it's 10pm. the time of the party. i get myself up and get changed into something fairly simple, just a white tank top with a red, blue, and white bomber jacket (think crush culture music video), some ripped jeans with a pocket chain cuffed at my ankles, and my doc martens.
around my neck are my favourite necklaces, the one that says "ash" and the one from my friend manu's jewelry line. i brush my hair and put some small clips on one side, just to tie in a bit of femininity.

(^that's my badly edited visual of the outfit)

sorry that this one's short, the next one's longer !!