John: *looks up, he has bags under his eyes, and his eyes are a bit red and puffy. if you look at his notebook it is full of what appears to be words varying from short sentences to paragraphs to single words all scribbled out. There is also a doodle of a sleeping bag, a plate, and a heart with a sad face.* hello.

John: ... yes. *goes back to writing* *his hair is all messed up*

John: I am P- no I'm John.

John: no. *writes* SO i haven't seen you in like a week *scribbles it out and face palms* no not that

(he likes a dude. the dude doesn't like him. he hasn't told the dude. he also has never loved anyone. ever. so he's in mental freak out stage :) ) (just keep him away from hospitals and he should be mostly fine) John: i could tell him my name- no thats stupid. Bad bad BAD idea. *scribbles*

John: i believe i am somewhere in the 4,000s by now. *watches her leave* oh.