eh just wrote this

(Trigger warning, depressed character  i think that's it for now might add more later)

Back here again, always failing 
Back here again, eternal disappointment 
Back here again, voice horse from misuse
Back here again, guilty broken shoulders
Back here again, this place i always find
Back here again, I swear it's the last time
Back here again, please just let -

“auHrghhh!” Londin mutters and throws her pen down. Her head falls back over the chair and she just stares at the ceiling. Her eyes wander to cobwebs all along the corners. 

“Great, another thing I have to get done. . ." Her voice is so quiet she can barely hear it herself.

A dull vibration from the desk draws her attention, her phone. She doesn't have the will or desire to check it but it's a habit by now. 

A small notification bubble shows ‘Please come back your animals miss you :(‘ along with a cow icon.

“Just another stupid game I still have.” She says with a sigh before clicking on a different icon. 

Music comes to life and colors flash across the screen. 

‘I think my favorite scene was something I was adv-’ swipe

‘It looks lik-’  swipe

‘Which one of you wa-’ swipe

‘What if you jumped off a heli-’ swipe

‘I love it when a guy likes his food. It one of the best things coz then he'll always want to eat and cook with you, but not go crazy on the-’ swipe 

‘People will really just say anything for-’ click 

She glances at the clock in the corner of her home screen, 1:58, and ignores the dull sensation in her stomach. 

“Fine whatever.” She says while standing up.

“And I have work in the morning. . .” Her voice cracks from not drinking any water, and she wishes she could just want to cry like a normal person or at least fall asleep quickly tonight.

Walking to her dress she throws her shirt and pants on the floor and grabs an oversized black T-shirt. It looks 3-5 sizes to big on her and has a robotic hand holding a rose. 

She falls onto her bed and turns her light off through her phone. Reaching around blindly her hand finally grasps a fluffy large object that she squeezes towards her chest.

“Thanks Kyle” She murmurs, squishing the plush bat like it could squeak all her rushing thoughts away.