Song attached: Jigolo Har Megiddo (optional to play)
It was pretty late, I was relaxing in bed listening to Jigolo Har Megiddo on loop. I was listening and singing along in my mind. I do that pretty often. I recently learnt that I have an "inner monologue". It's apparently pretty common, I had just never heard the term before.
I was enjoying the music and trying to not stress about schoolwork. I really hate school. It's not even about the work, it's about the environment. It's loud, annoying, sticky, drab, boring and honestly depressing. The walls there are just plain gray and white. The teachers say it's to not distract the students, and I can understand that. Though I at least find black to be much less boring and also much less...Plain.
The music drown out, as I fall deeper into thought.
I started thinking about my past. I was adopted by my mother and father as a baby. I never knew my birth parents, but I didn't want to. I'm perfectly happy with my adoptive parents.
They were always honest with that I wasn't theirs. They meant that I would find out eventually and that hiding it would only hurt me. I'm grateful they told me, I agree that telling me when I'm older would only make more harm.
I switched songs.
I felt something sharp.
Fangs? Sharp ass canines?
The fuck?
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