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Jaz, Simon, Alex and Kol’s Dorm
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Louis :3
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Nov 27, 2024 08:38PM
``Bu....no...hurt yourself....``
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(I got sick on Thanksgiving last year, nobody believed me despite the fact that I was hurling super loudly and couldn't keep even water down... Said I was just exaggerating and to close the door when I puked [I, in fact, did not have time for that and would have puked on the floor])
(Pretty much. And always convinced that I'm 'being dramatic' [because apparently crying a lot makes me dramatic])
(Ah. I'm trying to hide out in my room right now... Charged my headphones last night and they can last a solid 24 hours, so I should be fine)
Jaz was slouched over his guitar, hair pulled back in a bun but still falling in his face as he played, slightly raspy voice ringing out over the electric guitar hooked to his shitty amp."what's the point in tellin' the truth anymore?
When there are people waitin' for you to fall through the floor,
I keep my thoughts to myself,
Like a nice young man,
But understand that's only 'cause I think you'd hate me again...
Where's the fun in tryin' your best all the time?
Looks like it's easier to let things flow and not force the rhyme...
At least not all the time..."
River was sitting up on the couch, in pain. ``Thats nice singing bubba``
She mumbled, smiling through the pain.
He managed a small smile, still strumming."Good way to let my thoughts out..."
It picked back up a bit.
"Oh, I guess this is life...
And God, I'm alive...
And I will take ir upon myself,
to decide what is wrong from right...
And I'll do what I like...
This is my life...
And ir goes like..."
She got up, stumbling towards the kitchen, grabbing a very very small apple. ``Might as well try to eat...``
(love this song)He nodded, still going.
"Wake up an' I'm real pissed off, and my head goes,
'Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck you, fuck you,'
Smoke a bit and try not cough, and my lungs go,
'Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck you, fuck you,'
How many times in a day do I think to myself?
'Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck you, fuck you,'
Yeah, how many times in a day do I say to myself?
'Fuck you, fuck you'..."
"Made a list of all the things I could do tomorrow,Instead of sleepin' in...
Oh, I'm sheddin' off dead skin...
And I'm breakin' free of who I once was,
Someday I swear I'll beat the system,
And I'll break every rule 'til I'm nu-u-umb,
And I'm learnin' to ru-u-un,
Away from the things thar scream ru-u-un..."
He hit a sour chord.
"dammit."
[it was Fuck You (Me) by Fredo Disco, btw]
"Nah, plenty have tried, none have succeeded. Besides, can just make my own."He gives her a worried look at the stumbling.



