Bad Habits

Title: Bad Habits

Author: bleedingangel84

Beta: None

Rating: PG

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 173

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.

Notes: Written for prompt #20 at dove_drabbles-“Sleep late tomorrow.” JMDC prompt #99-May

Summary: Harry and Draco argue. It’s just how they are.

( Fluffy droplet of fic... )

The thoughts in me head are dark, dark, dark...

The longer I live on Earth, the more I wonder if my life isn't some form of karmic retribution for something I've done at some point in my existence. I'm fighting against the darkest part of myself right now. Lately, I wonder why I'm even alive. I feel like people would be less worried if I weren't around anymore. Not that I've actually made plans to act on any of those thoughts, but I'm feeling massively self-destructive at the moment. I want to do something that would make me hurt and/or bleed. The thought of death is like a security blanket, which I know sounds sick, but it's true. Thinking about death is comforting. I think I'm going to find my bed and disappear into sleep for awhile.