"I'm not worth enough for you to love" [❤DreamNotNap❤] DISCONTINUED

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(((^ bad said he liked starsets songs so i listend to this one and i love it.))) 

✨🔥🌈(((umm warnings: toxic thoughts, self harm, crying,minor language, implied bad relationship with parents, Anorexia .think that's it)))🌈🔥✨

{no ones pov focus on sap}

Sapnap looked at himself in the mirror, he looked at Every single imperfection in his skin every knot in his fluffy hair, "ugly" he thought to himself, he looked at his body his arms his stomach his thighs, "to fat, to weird, to big, to round" he thought, he looked down at his hands, "they look so weird" he thought, "I look horrible,

why did I ever think I maybe had a chance with them, who would love me.?, they would probably be too embarrassed to even stand near me in public" he told himself, "explains why they "couldn't" meet up with me" he say aloud, when he would ask if they wanted to meet up, they would always reply with,

"oh I would love to but..." and "I want to but", or

"I'm doing stuff this week" sapnap felt as if they were lying like they were planning a meet up without sapnap, on some days when he was feeling extremely bad, he would leave the call and felt as if as soon as he left they would say "oh finally he's gone" "thank goodness" "I couldn't stand him much longer"

of course they would never say anything even close to that, but sap wouldn't know that, saps eyes wandered to the counter, he saw...a blade...he had been clean for 3 months

thanks to his best friends of course, but he was about to throw it all away, his hand shaky and slow moved over to the blade on the counter,, as he does voice in his head saying, "do it.." "Come on you deserve it" "No One will care" you would think he could just shut them out, but they sounded like his friends, but knowing what hurts him, just as he was about to touch it, the thought of bad came to him, "he...he wouldn't mind," he thought, "yeah....he...wouldn't know.." he grabbed it and put it to his skin

He picked up the blade... the voices became louder as he did.

Dream?:Come on do it

George?:No one will know

Bad?:No one will Care

They were to loud he gave in

"two for dream, for all the dumb stuff i said to him"

He slit his arm they were just healing

"two for george, for all the times i was annoying"

He sliced again

"Two bad, for all the trouble i caused him"

and again

He felt at least a little better, but that wasn't enough, he continued until he felt it was enough for the day, he sighed, relieved, but as you would expect, they started bleeding he turned on the faucet as put his arms in, they started stinging he hissed between his teeth, he was a little unused to the sting as it had been a while, he turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, and wiped his arms,

 and opened a cabinet and grabbed some colorful band aids while putting them on he thought of the people who put them on for fashion

"Hehe" he giggled those people were weird, having confidence to dress how they want to colorful, free and bright, not giving a shit about what others thought of them

He sometimes thought

"I wonder if i could do that someday..." "probably not" he thought as he walked out of the bathroom with his now colorful arms, he walked back to his room and sat at his desk and sent bad a message to just call him when he's back, though he couldn't help but to cry again sometimes you just can't stop,