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Joshler (Twenty One Pilots) Stressed Out

~~Tylers POV~~

I stare down at my phone, tears pouring from my eyes. The hate was getting strong, strong enough to where I thought twice about my life every night. To the point where I stopped eating, sleeping, hanging out with those that I truly and deeply loved. I'm mostly referring to Josh, my best friend. Only I didn't think of him as my friend. I loved him more that I should, and I know that's right.

"@tylerrjoseph, Why don't you just go jump off of a bridge. Your lyrics suck ass. I don't see how anyone could ever love you."

"@tylerrjoseph you ugly ass faggot. Why don't you just go slit your wrists and kill yourself? God! I can't even stand looking at you!"

Finally, I had read enough to throw my phone to the ground and run to the bathroom in the back of our tour bus. I wanted to scream and curse the world, but I knew I couldn't. You see it's currently 2 in the morning, and everyone else was asleep... Well except for the driver that is. 

Suddenly I feel my skin start to itch and crawl. I know just how to solve this issue. I open the bathroom cabinet and dig around for the shiny object. Aha! I finally found it. My razor.

~~Josh's POV~~

'Oh I'm standing in front of you,

I'm trying to be so cool.

Everything together trying to be so cool.'

I wrote down the final lyrics and smiled to myself. Tyler is going to love this song... At least I think he will. He's been acting weird lately... He quite talking to me completely a week ago. He's also been getting really skinny...I wonder what's up with him.

I was ripped out of my thoughts by a sudden sob coming from the bunk beside me. That was Tyler's bunk... Is he crying? Why would he be crying?

Before I can look out of my bunk curtain, I hear him shuffle to his feet and away from his bunk. I put my song book down, and rustle out of the blankets. I have to go see if my Tyler's okay. Yes. I said my Tyler. As in I'm madly in loved with him. I know he's my best friend, but I just love him so much, and I have since the day we first met. It sound cheesy; I know this, but it's the truth.

As I quietly make my way towards the sobs escaping from the bathroom, I hear him curse  out, "Why am I even alive?" This shocks me to say the least. I let my hand fall to the door and knock three times.

Tyler's POV

As I slice four more deep cuts into my wrist I let out a sob as quietly as possible. "Why am I even alive?" I say to myself and I put one more cut into my pale skin, but I accidentally go too deep. The knock at the door startled me. "Fuck!"