I woke up to the faint sound of rain gently tapping against my bedroom window, it was still dark outside, or maybe it's just stormy. It took me a few minutes to get out of bed, but I eventually sat up, stretching my legs a little, maybe a little too good, I pulled a muscle in my ankle, so that made me take longer to get up because I held onto my bedsheets for dear life while the pain calmed. I promise I'll get out of bed soon, I won't keep you waiting too long, let me just think for a moment. I lay back down, my eyes closing slowly, not to sleep, just to think, to think about that guy, even though I promised to stop that habit, I can't help it that much.

He has a pretty face, so really, it's not like I'm having bad thoughts, I'm having pretty thoughts, and about him, THAT guy, Tubbo Underscore. I guess he's new-ish, right? Yeah, he just came to my school last year, I think he studies.. he's studying engineering, I'm pretty sure, yeah, we live on the same floor too. I study psychology, if you were wondering, I wanna work in mental health 'n shit, it's interesting how people get like that, sad, or crazy. Well, my professor said we should refer to them as mentally unstable, or ill, and not crazy.. but I think it's ok to call someone crazy if they are crazy, they're not exactly normal, but that's fine, honestly, who is? I think social standards are stupid and it can kiss my ass.. what am I even saying... thinking? I'm not entirely sure, I'm probably boring you guys.. who is "you guys"?

Myself? My own mind... maybe I'm the crazy one, you know, I used to think life is a dream, that I'm an angel in heaven, asleep and dreaming my entire life... damn, I do sound crazy. Other me, you take over. Wait, I'm other me.. God, what am I even saying? I'm just.. tired, maybe a nap will help. I wrap a blanket over myself and let my head fall back onto a pillow, falling asleep like a rock immediately, I'm just.. so tired.