The Story of Us.

Prologue.

Hello, my name is Tyler Joseph

Wait, that's not what I meant.. 

I'am Tyler Joseph. 

It's the voices that fight for dominance inside my head. 

Correction me. 

Right, sorry... I'm sorry that was Blurryface. He or, they I don't really know what their gender is.. But, isn't that what this society has came to.. I mean I'm not trying to say anything that will offend a being. I don't like offending other people. They tend to yell at me. And, that's when Blurryface is at his most powerful. That's when I'm at my most vulnerable. I don't like talking. My words spit him. They speak the monologue that he repeats. The words he screams in my ears. The pain that is retching throughout.  

Oh, come on Tyler I don't scream

He has scared everybody away that I have ever thought would love such a hopeless soul such as I'am. The thought of being alone terrifies me. It terrifies me so much that I'm even terrified of losing him. I once had a lover but, they got scared of me and, left. They left me. They left me with the pain of the past. Their words spit venom. Their venom is laced with fire. The fire that t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-s me. My lover was a beautiful being. He treated me with love that made even Blurryface go away for a while. But, now he's back and, theirs nothing I can do to make him go away forever. 

I'am a lonely lost boy who has nobody to make him loved. 

Yelling.... so much yelling... I'm so scared of yelling. He yells so much in my head. This pounding inside my head hurts so much. It hurts so very much. And, their is nothing that I can do to stop it. I can't even hit my head hard enough that will make him go away.  He just decides when he wants to show up. I can't control him. I wish I could. I keep forgetting to call him by them. Fuck, this is getting repetitive. And, nobody really likes repetitiveness. I'm trying I really am to control them. It's so hard to control what you can not see. I learned that the hard way.

Tyler, we must not talk about this. They don't care like you think they do.

"Who's they?" Tyler said aloud.

The readers duh. What, did you not know that this is all fiction and the author is making this up as he goes?

What, so I'm fake?

Yes, Tyler. Now you're using your head.

They hurt me. They think that I'm nothing or, that I don't matter. Which in my eyes is very true. Nobody has made me seem like I matter like my lover has. My lover was a great person. I wish I had a another person like my lover.

I miss that happiness that did indeed reside within myself when I was around them. Or, more likely, him. That happiness no longer resides inside myself anymore. My heart reeks for that love. It's an every night battle. When, I'm laying in my bed by myself my heart reeks for the hold and love that my lover gave me. I really need it. It's like the water that your liver asks for. It's like the food that your stomach asks for. It's like the need and want that you get when you are alone I'm sorry to any readers that I'm upsetting. I'm so sorry. I did not mean it. My hands ask for some sort of touch. They ask for even a simple hand hold. They are as alone as I'am mentally. I needed something, scratch that somebody. And, that something I needed was love. I needed somebody to hold me.  I needed somebody to care for me. Instead, they just ignore me. They treat me horribly. And, by them I mean Blurryface. Sometimes I can't even do it anymore. Sometimes they are to much to handle. I'm to scared to even look Josh in the eyes. You must be wondering who Josh is? Well, Josh is the person that makes me forget. No, he's not my lover. I met Joshua on the thing that we call the internet. He's been there for me when They is just to much to handle for myself. Sometimes I question my own sanity.

Why?

I look down as his thoughts penetrated my mind.

You, make me question whether all this is worth it.

I'm sorry, tyler

I look forward to the emptiness that is known as my heart.  My stomach races with butterflies whenever I need to get up in the morning. I work at a little coffee shop down the road from here. That place usually helps calm my thoughts. As long as I'm not home. Home is where it all hits me that I'am indeed alone. I have always been alone. But, the coffee shop is my only happiness. My thoughts were jumbled with usual nothing. He's screaming at me right now. Why is he screaming at me? Fuck, now I have to yell. I hate yelling, like I have admitted many times before.

"Leave me alone" I screamed into the abyss of nothing. Only, to get nothing in response. My poor brain can't take so much. It wants this thing gone. It can't take itself. Josh would listen to this harsh reality that is me. He would  understand me. He wo- lets be honest he probably doesn't care about me. Which is very hard to say. I mean look at him he has himself a very beautiful girlfriend. I can't blame him for not wanting me. This is becoming a sop story I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it too. This is a very unwanted sop story. I apologize. The music ringing through my ears is making my life a difficult. They make it easy and hard both at the same time. Music makes life easier when I can ignore  them and not have to listen to him. It makes life easier when he is not around. He scares me so much. It's scary. But, I guess I've ranted for to long. I guess I've better go. Goodbye for now. 

Goodbye. -Blurryface

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