"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."
Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theat...
So I wake myself up at around 4am and I write down stories. Do remember, I don't intentionally write these, this is my fucked up brain when I wake up early. Warning: MIGHT BECOME STUPIDER JUST BY READING THIS
