Just like the title indicates, this is a series of works that can get very emotional and feelsy, usually written at midnight, usually written at the pinnacle of my loneliness. Mostly for people to relate to, but can educate curious minds what it's like knowing that romance is out of the question. DISCLAIMER - The art...
Okay. So, let's all just agree that some stories can be pretty cliché, right. I mean - do you wanna tell me you never been reading a story and thought "yo, what the hell, that makes no sense, people don't act like that in real life, what's up with the cliché thing, damn."? Yeah, it's that feeling we're going agains...
"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.
