[ while taking a seat, he tries to put his energy into not Being Mad. when you're feral enough that strangers caring about your feelings feels like condescension? but also thinking about his dad makes him mad at life. and while currently unnecessary, anger is an easy emotion to feel.

but feelings belong on the inside forever, while crying and telling stories while sounding congested like donald duck belong on the outside. his curb-sitting posture is very closed off, knees up and arms loosely crossed. ]

Brain aneurysm. Or, uh, ruptured aneurysm. [ when you sound like a wiki page because you spent a lot of time in a wiki hole trying to make it make sense. we love wiki pages and hate feelings. ] An aneurysm is a swollen vein, and it can just sit there for years, right. Anywhere. When it ruptures in the brain, you get brain bleed, and if there's too much blood around your brain, it can't get oxygen, so it starts to die off. I guess it was instant, I dunno. I wasn't there. School called me to the office and I was walking there mad because I thought I was gonna miss hockey. Fucking stupid.