Video Blog (Joshler) [✓]

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CHAPTER ONE
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tyler thinks the world is a horrible, ugly place.

but it wears a mask.

a mask that spreads hope of faux beauty.

mask or not, tyler still captures the world's artificial charm in his camera at an early hour of the morning.

tyler's sleep schedule is absolutely horrid, but it works.

he naturally awakes from his slumber at around 04:30 and throws on a jumper over his bare chest, leaving on his pajama shorts.

tyler starts his early morning trek, choosing to head to the old train tracks.

he sets up his camera, starting the recording early because he needs to get every second of the start of this new day.

the wood surrounding him is cracked, and the metal rods rusty, but as the rising sun and early morning dawn blend together, it makes a beautifully fake photo for his snapchat.

the boy finishes his early morning stroll with a few more videos of wildlife, before deeming he has enough footage.

he heads back to his flat, ignoring the questioning looks strangers shoot at his attire on his journey.

his flat is a very nice size, it's fit for two people, yet tyler lives alone.

tyler is a very introverted person. his only friend is a barista that works at his favourite coffee shop, but he only see's her on sunday's, and the conversation is always quite dull.

his parents send him money every month, tyler insists that they don't but they still do, that's mostly how he got the nice large flat all to himself.

he hadn't intended on getting one so big, but he didn't want nor need a roommate. a roommate would just be another person in his way.

sure, it would be nice to split rent and have some splurging money, but honestly, he's fine and much preferred being alone.

his job didn't pay great, but his job paid. his parents' money helped, too.

tyler is a youtuber. his account is filled with photography and poetry, but he never shows his face.

he has 700,000 subscribers on his channel called prettysounds, yet he never really interacts with the hundreds of people complimenting him every day. then again, he doesn't want to.

because there is a list of things tyler doesn't like.

at the top of the list, is the world.

the hatred tyler feels for the ground he walks on, is strong. so strong that tyler angrily writes in his leather back journal, complaining about the world, every day.

second on his list is people.

tyler doesn't like people, he prefers being alone, and people prevent him from doing so, to put it simply.

third, and final on the list, is tyler himself.

he can't quite explain his lack of high self-esteem, he doesn't like the way his hair is always tousled, the way his thighs grow twice in width when he sits down, the way he constantly would pick at the skin surrounding his nails, causing them to sting a strong sting, and bleed a beautiful red.

the list goes on, but tyler needs to edit his video; he promised to upload.

he ranges a variety of clips on his imac, getting them in an arrangement he rather enjoys, before pulling out the iconic leather back journal, turning to a page titled i can't sleep.

he pulls out his microphone, clearing his throat lightly before starting to speak his poem,

"you're scared when you say you talked to them today, when asked your faith," he starts, bobbing his head to the rhythm bouncing around his ears.

"'cause i can't sleep, it's just taking time off my feet, but my head, instead, is going a hundred miles a beat, and i'm thinking as i'm sinking and he's winking at me, 'cause they know the desperation and temptation is free. do you see? we can't live this way just to write a song to play, just to stay alive, just enough to breath away, another day, another face, and i will lose another race, save me now, 'cause tomorrow's gone, just like yesterday." he finishes, out of breath and knowing he will be cleaning a moist dewy off of the surface of the microphone later, due to his prior spitting.

he adds the recording, listening to it once, leaving in the stutters because nobody is perfect.

he uploads it.

minutes later, the comments start to fill.

there's the usual,

notification squad!

omg this is so beautiful

show ur face

and the odd,

dude, your voice alone makes me nut

he decides he has read enough comments.

he leaves his office to get a bowl of cereal, then returns to his office to start working on another video.

it's the same thing every day, the same routine.

but he wouldn't have it any other way.

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you guys don't know how excited i am, i have so many ideas.