boaedicea

think about it- you're not who you think you are, and you're surrounded by silent bodies and their loud, loud thoughts. you're wondering who has punched their girlfriends tonight, who wants to rip out your lungs, and who wants to grab you by the hair and tell you that your head is going to burst, that your fingers will fall off. you're staring at the people with circles under their eyes, and you're wondering which ones are high, which ones are ill, and which ones are just tired. one of them mutters something, and you look at the bits of blood tangled in his teeth as you say, "I'm not depressed, just tired." think about it- you're in a room w