#please please reply

at this point i am really curious what most of you are following me for?

so, i visited a school councillor two days ago because we were encouraged to, and rather than being consoled at all about my school closing down, the session led onto that I disassociate too frequently and it could affect my school life - however, she wasn't allowed to give me a proper name for what exactly is 'wrong' with me (for lack of a better word). does anyone have any ideas?

"If we sneak out it won't be so bad."

Grantaire relaxed in the hammock on his porch, laying on his stomach. He was reading a book of poetry that Jehan had leant him, Walt Whitman's complete works. A small smile had crept onto his lips. His large, green macaw wings were splayed across the porch, curving over the edges of the hammock and twitching lightly with the spring breeze. He was too involved in the verse before him to hear anyone approach.

So I recently received a request to make a video of my singing Last Kiss to showcase the emotion I put into the song. But i can't decide if I should do it this week or do the cover of Somebody That I Used to Know. Thoughts?

Soon, Pearl had left the dorm room and was making her way down the staircase to the courtyard, her unruly blonde hair flying behind her. She knew the school know, and found relief in the fact that her face was concealed in the dark night. She wouldn’t want anyone she knew to see her in this state of vulnerability. Step Step Step. Finally, Pearl was out in the open, feeling the cool wind brush against her white face, the long grass tickling her bare legs. The sky was grey with wisps of white floating around. Locating a bench on the outer side of the courtyard, Pearl sat. A couple ran past her, roaring drunk and smelling like vomit. The scent brought back memories which Pearl quickly pushed away. She sat and glanced up at the twinkling stars, marveling at their glorious beauty.