From the World: Matt Sturniolo Centric shots

#1. can make the good man turn bad

TW: drinking, harsh words,
self-doubt, arguments, low self-esteem, and self-confidence, self-deprecation.

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The week had been a relentless marathon for everyone—especially for Matt—back-to-back filming sessions and a growing pile of responsibilities. The thought of attending the homecoming added an extra layer of stress to his already fatigued state. Overwhelmed, drained, and a lot of shit happened in his mind that made him mentally in pain, Matt found himself doubting his willingness for the upcoming event.

"Guys, get ready! We'll leave at 6!" Nick spoke out.

"How about we go at 7?" Matt tried to negotiate with Nick. Going at 6 was a bit early he thought. Maybe they just need to chill a little bit and not rush because they just finished filming a podcast. His mind buzzed with concerns about his appearance, triggering an attack of self-doubt and a throbbing headache from overthinking.

Chris approached Matt, trying to spur him on. "Come on, kid. Don't spoil the night!" he exclaimed, hoping to lift Matt's demeanor.

Confused by Matt's sudden hesitance, Nick inquired, "What's the matter now, Matt? You can tell us if you don't wanna go."

"It's not that... I just... don't know what to wear...." Matt confessed, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Understanding his brother's plight, Nick and Chris joined forces to assist Matt in choosing an outfit for the night. However, as they held up different clothing options, Matt couldn't help but doubt their choices. "I'm not sure this will look good on me," Matt expressed his nervousness.

Nick quickly interjected with a reassuring tone, "What are you saying? You look awesome, Matt!"

"W– wait, really?" But despite the encouragement, Matt's self-criticism surfaced again. "I kinda look... horrible though," he murmured, unable to shake off his own negative perception.

With a touch of sarcasm, Chris chimed in, "Oh, yeah, you look horrible! You'll probably be the buzz kill of the party. Now, let's get going!"

Matt froze. His mind was playing with him. It felt like he was drowning in it, he really felt more horrible than ever. He felt every sentence that had been uttered was true. He felt like those words were eating him up. Alive.

Chris's hurtful words lingered, swallowing Matt's self-esteem each passing day. His confidence wavered, veiled by the weight of those hurtful words, leaving Matt in a battle to reclaim his assurance amidst the turmoils.

Nick smacked the youngest's head. "Don't be a rude-ass motherfucker! Let's go, Matt."

Despite their intentions to give him validation and reassure him, the interaction unintentionally heightened Matt's inner insecurities. Suppressing his own concerns for the sake of his brothers' happiness.

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The Homecoming event shimmered with nostalgic laughter and vibrant chatter as Chris and Nick reconnected with their old-school friends. Matt, just being casual Matt, found himself caught in an unexpected moment that struck him to the core.

Chris leaned closer to Matt's ear and whispered, "Hey, Matt. I need to find Nathan real quick. I'll be right back, okay?"

Matt rolled his eyes. "Whatever you do." still upset about earlier. But not gonna lie, he actually felt nervous around these people, but– they were his brother's friends ... and it should be fine ... right?

Matt was just sitting there. Bounced his leg, waiting for his brothers to at least bring him out of there as soon as possible. Among the vibrant conversations and hearty laughs, a comment slipped out from one of their—Chris's—old friends and its impact ricocheted through Matt's thoughts.