Thats What They all Said.. [TOMMYINNIT ANGST]

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Tommy put his phone down on his scratched up, messy nightstand. He put his head down and before he even released, he was sobbing uncontrollably in his own weak arms. He slowly put his hands up to the front of his face. " What the fuck did I do to deserve this?" He managed to mumble out. Maybe he didn't deserve this. Maybe he did. But either way, it was happening to him. The only way he thought was the way out was, well, suicide. And let's be honest, it probably is. Well for most at least. Tommy had wanted to end it all so many times. But, god knows what would happen to him if he failed. He could possibly go to a mental hospital. Or he would be forced to talk to someone. And then, if he was to succeed, he would regret it. Sure, life can be the most awful thing in existence but, somethings are worth it. Perhaps it's the rain in the dull sky that loudly hits the window. Or the stars that light up the dark, lively atmosphere. Or even maybe just the people he's met. Even if he's only talked to them once. Maybe like Wilbur. Maybe Toby. Maybe himself. Although, pay attention. I said maybe. Tommy neither despised himself or was pleased with who he was. He sometimes even pitied himself. At times, he felt like a different person looking at himself. Except the word "Himself" didn't feel right. Tommy flinched.