|Young Neil|1|

Young Neil spins around in his office chair, sighing. He leans back and closes his eyes, almost falling backwards in the chair. He sits up quickly and bangs his temple on the desk “I can’t think of anything to write…” He mumbles, sitting up in his chair. He stands up and slumps forward on his bed, his voice muffled by the mattress “My brain is mush…” He lets out a big sigh. You’re sitting on his bed, leaning your back against the wall