Call this whatever you like. A diary. A journal. An excuse to write something. Follow me on my journey through rare updates about what i've been up too.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked me. There that sentence hung in the air between us, and I remember now how I wasn't looking at him. How instead I looked up at the clouds that seemed to run faster than my thoughts. "Yeah, there's a word for it," I think I said. - lowercase intended. cover drawn by me.