Saturday, Room 203 , All Day
Sep. 30th, 2006 02:21 pmStark woke up early. That was nothing unusual. But then he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. What was he even doing awake? What was the point in waking up at all? It was pointless. Everything was pointless. So he kept staring at the wall, because even though that was pointless too, he was already doing it and it would be even more pointless to stop and try and do something else.
So he was going to lie in bed all day. And stare at his wall, unless the wall became too much to handle and he decided to pull the blanket over his head. And he was going to think about the pointlessness of everything. And about how he was here, where he didn't think he belonged. And about how at some point he was going to have to go back where he came from where things were much, much worse.
It was a good thing that the shades were already down on the window. It was better to have the room dark. It was easier to wallow in the dark.
((Emotastic Banik is sadly unavailable for poking, as the mun is headed out of town very shortly, but I felt like being establishy for once in my life. Nobody faint of shock plz.))
So he was going to lie in bed all day. And stare at his wall, unless the wall became too much to handle and he decided to pull the blanket over his head. And he was going to think about the pointlessness of everything. And about how he was here, where he didn't think he belonged. And about how at some point he was going to have to go back where he came from where things were much, much worse.
It was a good thing that the shades were already down on the window. It was better to have the room dark. It was easier to wallow in the dark.
((Emotastic Banik is sadly unavailable for poking, as the mun is headed out of town very shortly, but I felt like being establishy for once in my life. Nobody faint of shock plz.))