I spend most of my time with a dull hum taking place of any actual thought process and I've grown comfortable with it, this disassociation from myself has become a norm. However, every once and a while I seem to fall into a state of being a hopeless romantic. Everything I hear, see, or think I...
( I can I suppose)
"..Feelin' moody-- Dark n' heavy.." Welo continued to hum, a stupid grin painting her lips as she trekked through the halls. Curious as to if she would be rooming by herself or if she would be roomed with another person. The thought itself was enough to make a giddy feeling...