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Warning:  Triggering words(?)
(Sorry for any mistakes, not proofread)

    He hated this.
Phil hated this feeling.
He couldn't stand it. It hurt. It made him feel worthless. Guilty. He shouldn't, but he felt idiotic.
What were you thinking Phil? Why? You've ruined it. Again.

    Phil Lester tugged on his sleeves as he opened a stall door. He slowly pushed down the toilet lid, and sat down on it. He put his head in his hands. At first he thought the stall was shaking, but it was only him.
    Worthless.
    Useless.
    Stupid.
    Idiotic.
    Disgusting.
   
    Phil struggled to withstand the stinging behind his eyes. This wasn't the first time he'd made Dan snap. He looked down at his wrists that were still red and close to being bruised from Dans strong grip. He shuddered.
    
    You did this to yourself. You knew Dan didn't want to talk to you. But you still texted him...
   
    He shook his head. He slammed his hand against the stall door as memories flooded in. All the other times Phil had upset Dan. Texts. while walking next to him in the hallways. Trying to talk to him in class.  He shook his head again and unlocked the stall door.
  
    Walking to the sinks, he waved his hand under the motion sensor, and let the water run while he stared at his red eyes and flushed face in the mirror. Phil closed his eyes and waved his hand under the sensor to re-activate it. He splashed some of the cold liquid over his face. Wiping it dry with his sleeve, he walked out of the bathroom.
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A/N
    Welp, bad chapter, sorry if it made no sense whatsoever. I was trying to get at the point that Dan had snapped at Phil recently multiple times after he'd stopped hanging out with him.
    I listened to trees, ode to sleep, and guns for hands by tøp while writing this

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