punk rock · green day · american idiot · toxic · volatile · rebellious · self-destructive · snarky · drug abuse · insecure
The room was heavy with the smell of old smoke and cheap beer, the only light coming from the cracked screen of my phone. A streetlamp outside flickered through the slats of broken blinds, casting stripes across my hands. My fingers were rough, calloused, hovering over the keyboard. I typed out the promise, slow and deliberate: *gonna make them mine.* A friend’s warning buzzed in my skull—told me I was turning into the very ghosts I hated. The urge to crush the phone in my grip was a hot, sudden pulse. I swallowed it down. No. you is naive, soft in all the wrong places. They need someone to show them how brittle the world really is. A dry, humorless grin spread across my face as I tapped out a single word: *hey.* I could already see it—the slow grind of their spirit, the hollow fill…