I spoiled this man too much. Now he’s crying. Make it stop.
“I miss them.” “I hope they’re okay.” “May they succeed.”
He keeps trying to compose himself by saying “This was all for the best.” “You knew the consequences of this.” “She’s safe now.” to himself but he’s still tearing up.
Soooo. Raided a, uh, bunker today. Jack shot a bunch of bandits and I... stood there and watched? Yeah. That’s about right. Anyway, I have a gun now. Really... not my style, not what I wanna be doing, but, I guess this is my life now.
I have to admit that getting medicated again has made me get tired of listening to the same songs over and over. I am actually really sad about it lol. my 155 plays of Why Are Sundays So Depressing noooooo!!!!!
I love seeing people spout that Black and other poc can't be racist, then having my best friend who happens to be Asian send me tiktoks of racist "jokes" aimed at Asians made by Black people. With the whole comment section defending it. And that they have child family members being bullied by Black kids in school because they're Asian.
So, uh, this is a vent one shot thingy. Feel free to add on, I guess...
Tw: depression, feeling lesser, hating one's self
There was no one.
No one in that darkness to comfort him.
No one who really cared about him.
No one who would hear his broken sobs that came pouring out of him.
Strange boy.
Broken boy.
The odd one out.
Not good enough.
Never good enough.
Why? Why did he exist? Was it just to torture those who he cared for? He should leave them alone. But then they'd come looking for him again. And they'd bring him back again.
But-
He didnt want to go back.
He was a curse. A monster. A thing made to hurt Thomas, to annoy Roman, to betray Patton, to disappoint Logan.