Jonothon was feeling down. Again. It was possibly Jonothon's solemn duty to be emo. One of these days, he'd discover the roof, and then he'd never leave it again. Ever.
As it stood, he was flopped onto his bed again, face mashed into his pillow, silently willing the whole bloody world to just lay off. Apparently being thrown out a window, causing perfect strangers to fly into a state of panic, and learning that music just didn't mean anything to MTV anymore had that effect on a guy.
... Okay, so the rest of the week hadn't been so terrible. But that was easy to ignore when your bum hurt so bloody much.
[[The door isn't open, but the post certainly is. This boy apparently comes with a psionic furnace of emo. We're working on that. We're also working on making this another linkdrop. 'Cause.]]
- Room 408, Thursday Evening