MentalMark316

My love has gone home. Welcome back to reality. That phrase is one hell of a slap to the face. As I sit here alone in my tree accompanied by the music from my phone, I can't help but feel that besides my girlfriend there's nothing for me here. I've felt this way since my freshman year three years ago. From what I can see, I'm that annoying guy whom no one would willingly hang out with outside the classroom. Funny isn't it? I'm an idiot. With a hole where my stomach is supposed to be and broken glass where my heart belongs, I wonder what am I really worth to those I care about. Its such childish and clichéd thing to say. No matter how much m

As time passes I drift in and out of reality, fading into the world of Terraria, a game very similar to Minecraft. After playing for hours and realizing its no longer morning, I get bored and begin watching Angel Beats for the third time as I frequently check my phone hoping for a message from my love. For any reason that isn't possible, I know too well that she's busy doing something important or is just unavailable at the moment. It saddens me that I can't talk to her, but I know it isn't her fault-- I miss her. I go back to my small purple colored room and listen to recordings of music I made, just hoping to find the right string of words