I hate it when my eye(s) is/are dried out.
I hate it when they are watery too.
I hate it when people in my house slam stuff around.
_________________
They leave behind so many shadows. This substance in time forced into life,
still exists because it's here: living in me, living in all the memories, in my life.
Lost inside blank infinity.
Flavors of: Nobody. Slytherin. Autistic.