Prinxiety?...prinxiety! ❤💜

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Okokokok, I might have gone too far on this one! Ack, im sorry! It's so messy but...here ya go ThunderHoltz!

Tw: self depreciation, self-hatred, crying, thoughts of suicide (?), Denial of hunger, let me know if I have to put more! Stay safe!
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It was a nice sunny morning, a great day to spend with friends or to go out and do some running ....except, to a certain Princely man who laid in bed.

The usually bright and confident man seemed dull and sullen. It was heavy...everything felt heavy, as if something were pulling him down. Like he couldn't lift one limb at all. It didn't help that his mind seemed to be empty of his usual creative and fantastical ideas and thoughts but now replaced with a barren land. None of the things previously mentioned in sight, the only thing there were the hollow voices. The voices always seemed to be there, shouting and shouting at Roman about his insecurities, weaknesses...and certain things that will never happen if Roman tried. God, why did he feel that way?! He was frustrated yet numb. So fucking numb. He couldn't even fucking get out of bed for goodness sake!

Roman closed his eyes and realized something, he was tired. Since when was he so tired? Roman raised his arm and placed it on his eyes, trying to block out the light that seeped through be his curtain.

God, you are so useless...

Why can't you just do anything?!

Move! Fucking move!

But what would be the point? It's not like any one will notice.

Yeah, no one would notice at all...even if he disappeared.

Roman choked back a small sob, everything was too much. He so desperately wanted to do something, anything! Just, for the love of theatre,  let him do something important for once! Distract him from these thoughts! But his body refused to get up, as if he were glued onto the bed.

Weak
'N-No..!', Roman weakly protested against the hollow voice.

Not needed
'...t-that's not-'

Worthless
'I-..'

It's true, why else had everyone been avoiding you?
'...'

That's when the dam broke. Roman burst out in tears, trying and desperately swallowing back his sobs, he can't let anyone know how pathetic he really is, not now.  He turned over to his side, with some difficulty, and curled into a ball as his hands desperately tried to wipe his tears away but to no avail, his tears kept falling down and roll off of his face. He let out a small pathetic sob.

You should just disappear.

Roman seemed to cry harder, more tears fell and rolled down his face. He couldn't stop himself from holding back his sobs any longer and covered his face, trying to muffle his whines and sobs, "Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop," Roman said reapeatedly, his voice breaking and quivering Everytime he said it. He broke into more tears, why can't these thoughts just go away?! Maybe he should just disappear. Maybe that way, no one would have to deal with his dramatics any more, worry about him anymo- He heard someone knock on his door.

"Princey, are you there?" He recognized the voice to be Virgil's- crap, no no no no! He frantically tried to wipe his face dry, he couldn't let Virgil know how pathetic he actually was, no, please no. Not him. He tried to sit up, although it was slow and laboured, he let out a soft grunt and heard another knock on the door.

"W-What is it?" Roman croaked out, his voice slightly husky and sounded unused. He internally cringed at how obvious it was that he was crying.

Meanwhile in the other side of the door was Virgil, who was, admittedly, very concerned- no scratch that, he was extremely worried. Normally, the Princely male would be down before him every morning but once he went down, he found that Roman wasn't there. He shrugged off and thought that Roman was taking extra long to get ready that morning but when breakfast was arrived, Roman was still not down yet. Patton tried reassuring Virgil that maybe Roman had gone to the imagination early or that he stayed up late but the anxious male stayed, well, anxious.