Len's Angst/Vent Story Collection

A "True" Friend

I stared deeply into my banana body pillow. It..was huge.

As a kid, I named it Banana Joe...making it my friend to play superhero's with.

But...as stupid as it is, I was crying in my locked room, hugging it tightly. I looked at his soft plushie face that resembled a ":D" and cried even more.

.... I'm so pathetic, running away and then grabbing a banana plush as a friend? Cmon Len... 

Well, I had nothing else. I hugged him tightly, like a little kid.

Nobody romantically or platonically loved me...At least I didn't burden my plush, at least he was "interested" in my time... a-at least he wouldn't leave, or... still be with me when I just.. isolated or acted stupid.

As an idiot, I cried facing him. "Y-You won't..leave..right?" You could tell I was going crazy, my tears flowing out, making me more of a mess. I haven't cried in so long, as I always try to suppress it. Everyone hates me..except a stupid plush.

I hate myself..so..much.

I hugged him tight, slowly falling asleep... crying to myself how pathetic I was.

A teenage vocaloid, crying.

ugh.