1| Journal Entry
↳ ✧.* 10th of October 2011 ༉‧₊˚✧
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"I Can’t Handle Change - Roar"
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The repetitive, maddening sound of the pen clicks echoed within the room, between his hands, sweaty from dread. His skin felt too short for his body and the lump in his throat turned his breaths shallow. The red glowing digits of his alarm clock showed the first hour of the morning and Asher used this sole source of light to see his writing in the diary that his therapist said he should have to deal with his emotions.
With a deep breath, he tried to gather his fuzzy thoughts. Tiredness blurred his vision. There wasn’t much to see anyway, except for the pile of labelled, cardboard boxes scattered around the uncomfortable mattress he was sleeping on. His surroundings smelt like old people and medicines. The bedroom was too big. But above everything else, this was not his room. This was not his home, simply a cold house.
If he had tried to find a job, maybe he would have been able to help his parents pay the bills? But no. He preferred wasting his time looking for a band to be in when he knew damn well that mere social interactions could put him in deeper shit than he already was. Who would want him anyway? He wasn’t special. Everyone could sing in a mic and call themself a singer.
If his grandmother hadn’t died, his father would have never inherited her house, and they wouldn’t be here. In Plainview, America. Kilometres away from France where everything Asher ever knew was. His friends, his school, his home. Most of them deceived him. Made his life hell. Left him to stumble in the dirt. It wasn’t the best place on Earth, simply a lost boondock like any other, but he was used to this boondock. If he had put more effort into it, he would have saved his friendships from going downhill. (Note: I'm only posting this here 'cause I need beta readers please give feedback if you read (o゜▽゜)o☆)
