logan angst

logan is many things. turns out insignificant is one of them.

more than anything, logan wants to be loved.

“ you are infinitesimal “

logan doesn’t like admitting he has feelings. it’s not just because he is logic and believes he doesn’t have them, but because of the dread and craving to be okay that accompanies them.

as a child, logan’s room was always scattered with books, papers, pens, anything you could imagine really. as he grew older, his room became neater. maybe a few textbooks stacked on his desk, but other than it, it was nearly spotless. this continued until now, his room being almost completely empty.

logan has a meltdown and trashes his room. a side comes to check on him, seeing him curled up into a ball with his hands over his ears, sobbing

“ just leave. we don’t want you here. “

“ i can’t do this anymore. “

“ i let you down. “

when logan started wearing long sleeves , no one gave it a second thought.

“ i cant love someone like... like you. “

“ aren’t you going to even cry? “

“ this place isn’t home anymore. “

logan doesn’t trust himself to be alone anymore.

“ i mean, “ a sad smile rested at his lip, “ did you really expect to love a guy like me? “