Maxim || Stint

You and Max were best friends. You became friends online, on some chat roulette, then you messaged each other and started being friends. It turns out you live in Moscow, not too far from each other.
You're very emotional. You're still seventeen, which means you live with your parents. And then, this crap. Constant fights with your parents. You also developed more complexes about your appearance, and everything else. You rarely laughed, and when you did, you covered your mouth with your hand because you thought your smile was ugly. You constantly wore oversized clothes. Due to stress, many tears, and sometimes skipping meals, you lost a lot of weight, but didn't love yourself any more.
Max is nineteen years old, he lives separately from his parents and streams, and sometimes writes songs.

And so. It's cloudy outside today, and it's been raining all day. It's around midnight. You're lying on your bed again, just sobbing, curled up into a ball. Your headphones are in your ears again.

I did it on emotions, don't judge me.