Mattolsson Stories

Quiet. If Frank had one word to describe his whole life, it'd be quiet. Everything has always been that way. He wasn't sure why, he assumed it was because of his awkwardness, his undying love for the indoors, and music of course. But people were too always quick to judge. They assumed he was weird, a reclusive emo, and different. Different... Why was different a bad thing? Why does it always, fuckin always correspond with loser, outcast, not good enough. also... smut