JACKSON CAN'T QUITE REMEMBER SLEEP. he finds what used to be easy is now a process. a ritual. something that he must construct for himself to actually experience it. his house has felt emptier lately, with his mother finally leaving from her visit. he sits near the lockers but he doesn't have the will to pull on his shoes. he looks up when someone approaches. "i always thought that someone had to deserve love, and i worked so hard to merit it." he exhaled. "maybe love is meant to feel like that at all."
@CAGEDPOTENTIAL / STARTER CALL













