Under the Watchful Eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg.♥

i sit, calm & relaxed, in my single bed, alongside my american short-hair, metalcore melodies gracing my hungry ears, dozens of faithful musicians plastering my off-white walls, looking down on me; and yet, my heart is not as content as my body lets on. last night, once my melancholy thoughts had been posted to this melancholy journal, a very familiar & dreaded im window came to my attention. of course, it was urs. what i hadnt expected in the least, tho, was that you wud be so enraged. earlier that day in the halls, csanky had insulted you as a joke. apparently, u werent aware of the affection behind the words, because ur only intentions in tawking w/ me in the 1st place were because u had a bone 2 pick w/ me about the whole situation. well, thinking back, u rly had no rite to be upset. u ignored us. how does that justify ur anger?? long story-short, i was forced into admitting y u were given this little nickname by csanky. as tough as that was, considering i had to confess that willy & i are a little...fond of you, i had no choice. the only other alternative was having you upset w/ me, & that just was not an option. while i tawked u through ur rage into calmness, my body literally quaked. though, winter is quickly approaching, my shivers were not out of cold, but out of the sheer terror of losing u. eventually, i had u promise to find some time fer me & william. all i can say is that ud better make a healthy effort. at least this whole ordeal has been sorted out & things shud be back to normal now. but then, y is there still an icey pain weaving through the remnants of my fractured heart?? y am i still not @ ease w/ u?? such r the inquiries of the melancholic; the broken-hearted.

-F. is for Fragments.♥