Random baby and daddy doodles

“As Nyx lied on his bed, a sense of dread slowly leaked in. A feeling coming to his heart that he was oh so familiar with; loneliness. The ache to want to be seen on a personal level. He had family, he had a best friend- surely that could stop the pain he felt but it was never enough. NOTHING ever seems to be enough. That’s selfish though he thought.”

— “Maybe it was just attention he was seeking, or something to fill the hole he was missing. The light from the stage, the warmth from the audience, it dulled the pain. It gave him a purpose but now… he’s forgotten, long washed up, old news, a burnt up star. Something thrown away when something new came along. He wants to know that he’s not- NEEDS to know that he’s not. That if he slowly faded away into the background, his absence would be noticed. That he made an impact, a mark, ANYTHING. He wants to be noticed, he needs to be noticed. Please notice me. Notice me. Notice me. Notice me Notice me Noticeme NoticemeNoticemeNoticemeNoticeme NoticemeNoticemeNoticemeNOTICEME-“ . . . That’s selfish of you, Nyx.