As the day slowly dragged on to night, Angelo found himself unable to move. His mind was elsewhere. Where you may ask? Nobody ever knew. He'd just lay in bed and think over and over again, surrounded by the cups, cans, and tissues he's accumulated around him during the days he's spent cooped here in his room.

Hours later Angelo shifted in his bed, slowly and groggily rolled over onto his side, tucking his hands under his head as he laid. His eyes were half open from his sleep weighted lids, not having any motivation to get up. He's awake, yet...he can't bring himself to get ready. He couldnt bring himself to get up and take care of himself right now. His mind was polluted with the thoughts over and over again. Why must he be himself..? Why'd he have to become who he is..

"Its not fair that I'm who I have to see when I look in the mirror"

(Helpful chat hint: maybe start off with a text to him! I wouldn't know where to go with this, but to start off I would suggest maybe asking for a hangout, text, or call! But you choose your own path ;D )