This is an indescribably good piece of fanfic by an amazing writer who is tragically anonymous. WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU ARE BRILLIANT. <3
You’d like to.
You’d really like to sit down in front of your computer and actually get some work done for once. The PC at your house is expensive, anything to do with electronics or music tends to be, which makes everything else come across as a little worn by comparison. It’s more than just a toy.
Too bad that at the moment you only have access to this last-millenium piece of plastic bullshit in the activity room.
You want to make strings of symbols come alive on the screen, convert tension and caffeine into a virus that you won’t be sending to anyone because you don’t dislike them enough. Or finally finish that pastel-colored platform game that you put on hiatus because the graphics refused to work out.
You breathe out a weary sigh when your fingers hover over the keys and refuse to move, the ideas are clear as crystal in your head but they won’t come out.