AbyxLex

Monotony For you, this state is more like a sickness. - yet incurable. You have grown tired of dealing with this shit with each passing day. Home. School. Home. The truth is you really don't mind this mundane existence. You really don't mind at all. Even if it cease. Your phone vibrates against your pocket, urging you to check your messages - most of which you neglect to read, save a few. Brows furrow at the familiar sender, along with a familiar message you no longer bother to understand at all.   "I'm sorry [y/n], but I won't be returning until next week. Work's been really hectic. Have already wired your allowance. Take care