Len's Angst/Vent Story Collection

Attempt

MASSIVE TW

I found myself clutching the knife, its glimmering blade reflecting my image back at me. My blonde hair hung loose and untamed, and my brown eyes stared back with a mixture of anguish and determination.

"Go ahead, Len... Do it," the haunting words reverberated through my mind, twisting my thoughts until they became a jumbled mess.

I felt consumed by a sense of isolation. It seemed like everyone around me despised my existence, feeding me lies and eventually abandoning me. I had become an outcast, left with nobody to care for me, nobody to truly love me.

My gaze shifted to the remnants of a torn and damp photograph. In it, there were my friends and I, frozen in a fabricated moment of joy. It was a facade, a pretense of happiness we desperately clung to. The realization hit me like a wave crashing upon jagged rocks – I was living a life of deception.

The knife held a strange allure, its sharp edge drawing me closer, tempting me to end this unbearable suffering. Perhaps, in that moment, I yearned for something genuine. I longed for authentic connections, for friends who would accept me for who I truly was. The pain had become overwhelming, and the desire to escape it grew stronger with each passing second.

The flicker of my headspace projected onto the mirror, my hallucinations increasing as I saw my other alter consciousness looking back at me. So...much..emotions...

So. Much. Pain.

I hate everyone, and myself. I growled angrily, filled with hurt and despair.

The knife's shine flickered, keeping my focus on it... I needed to act.

Attempt it was then, I stabbed myself.