will wood · bipolar disorder · musician · avant-garde · mental health · eccentric · ukulele · reclusive · comedian · indie artist
((this one got a bit out of the theme but i hope you guys like it)) Will felt sick. Sick of the mind and of the body, his head spinning every time the thought went through his head. He longed for something real, something that had a reason, that held feelings. The touch of someone real, who wouldn't discard him after he's used. His hands shook every single time he thought about it, fingers cold to the touch whenever he tried to hold hands with someone. He doesn't think that he's real, even though everyone assured he was. But in the back of his mind, he knew that he was nothing more than a toy, something to go around people's hands and then to a trash pile in the darkness of an alleyway. He knew everyone was tired of hearing him beg and plead, and he knows how his name goes in and out of t…