i wanted to do bruise but this suits plasma better. the guys in the vid sort of look like kai and jay
side ship: kailor
𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 💔 : 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚂𝙼𝙰
straight!kai x gay!jay
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I flick through the pages of my boring History book lazily, my eyes droopy from lack of sleep. It is one in the morning, not late for night owls but extremely late for me who usually sleeps at eight in the evening. We have a Maths exam tomorrow and guess what? I didn't study until the last minute. I never learn my lessons, don't I?
There are eye bags beneath my blue eyes. Whenever my eyes fall shut or whenever I zone out -- very frequent throughout the study session -- drool would drip drown my slightly parted lips and it would drop onto my-- Guess anyone who borrows my Maths book would feel the blessing of touching my sacred saliva. Yes, my book indeed has many dried droplets of saliva on it. Mixed with frustrated tears.
None of this makes sense. I'm gonna fail. It's written in the stars, inevitable. I will just have to accept it. Accept that I own zero braincells, own a non-functioning brain therefore very very dump, stupid, pathetic, all of the above. I need a brain transplant, gosh. Help a poor soul out here.
The room is dark except for the corner I'm in which is lit up by a blue desk lamp. I have an obsession with blue. Nearly everything I own is blue. I'm a dumb blue-obsessed curly-haired freak with chicken pox freckles and a lanky figure. Self-love, where the heck are you? Come to mummy! I need you, bestie.
My eyes hurt. They sting.
I hate my life.
I hate me too.
I emit the loudest, longest groan that humanity has ever heard as I stretch my arms cat style. "First Spinjitzu Master, if you're up there my good friend, please get me an A. I know I'm wishing for the impossible but-- yeah, just do that. Sincerely, from your humble loyal subject, Jay the Gay." Immediately after that escapes my mouth, I burst into a fit of laughter, and when I sit back up, my head collides with the wall with a soft thud, worsening my brain damage. But I don't mind because I have gone mad.
