fucking perfect.

by the time the school day is over, even on a Tuesday, he is dead tired. there is no energy left to feed on. everything is shit. he welcomes back the decrease in his sanity. everything is funny even when it isn't supposed to be at all. things seem like great ideas at the time, but really aren't all.  he's tempted to curl up on the couch like a cat, hoping for someone in the morning. he'll keep hoping that some people with show up when he needs them the very most. his brain doesn't seen to be able to  find any connections to the real works. attention all fucking tired, this is time for sleep <3 <3