Mostly Roman Sanders oneshots{Requests open}

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I'm so done. I'm so so so so so tired. I simply can't take this anymore. I update based on whatever the heck I'm feeling and just hope for interaction. I'm lonely and pathetic in real life and on here and that's pathetic so unfollow or block or whatever. But I simply can't.

I can't navigate these expectations. I don't know what you guys want from me. It's another unknown pressure because I'm reaching and grabbing nothing. I'm falling and failing and everyone knows this isn't getting anywhere.

There's no direction. These feelings were going to be a oneshot because I'm not writing about Roman I'm writing about me; it's all about me but with changed pronouns and an adjusted situation to fit him. You'd probably like it better that way if it was a oneshot though right? So one more for the road! It's short.
Roman rises up slowly squeezing his eyes shut. He doesn't want to do this but the exhaustion is pulling him down. So so tired, heavy. But he needs to know. Inhaling and exhaling he begins. "I'm done." He starts. "I'm done with these videos. I just can't do them anymore- oh god." He runs his fingers through his hair almost desperately. The air isn't exactly easy to take in. Nobody says a word, giving him the grace of finishing.

"I just can't! There's-there's just so much. I don't know what you want anymore. I don't know what script to write and who's good and who's bad. Am I even good anymore?!" He questions before looking at Thomas. "I thought I was your hero..." he looks at the others. "I thought we were friends maybe even family."

"You are!" Patton protests the only one to say anything. "No I'm not. That golden prince is. The one who knew exactly what you wanted. The one who could control each word, each movement so carefully." Roman explains almost regretfully. "I practice and it feels like I'm grabbing at nothing. Like no matter how hard I try it'll all result in nothing. Will it all result in nothing?" "Of course not!" Thomas exclaims.

"Are you sure? Cause I'm not. I'm replaceable. You can fill whatever you need to with something else." He looks at Janus. "Someone else. I rather be alone then this. I'm done" The side sinks down on camera feeling like there was weight pulling him underwater.

After all he is drowning in a sea of expectations.