Hey Jeremy! How's it going?
-;{"could be better, anon"};- jeremy muttered, his eyes looking straight ahead into the darkness. his mouth seemed to dripped down, not like drool or anything but his actual skin dripping like liquid, his hand pressed against his chest. Feeling his uneven heart beat going, his eye let off a bright glow. he was standing in the middle of a pitch dark room, to the point where the place around him looked like it had a static overlay to it. a spilled bottle of pills that had a label with "squip" over them layed open and scattered on his bed side counter.












