TW: Crying, Frustration, Sobbing, Low-Key Depression, Me Having A Potty Mouth
Wack shit man
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Logan put his hands on his bathroom counter, his shoulders shaking as he tried and failed to control his breathing. He didn't want to be crying nor did he need to. He couldn't understand why he was crying, he was fine, everyone was fine!
Patton was baking with Roman, Virgil was talking with Janus, Remus was getting along with Thomas. He didn't know why he felt so empty. He should feel happy right? These were wonderful advancements and his brain should be producing dopamine and serotonin. So why wasn't it?
He laughed, tears falling down his face, shaking his head and bringing his hands up to wipe away the river. He slammed his hand against the counter when a new wave of unexplainable anger washed over him. Why do I feel? It's illogical! Why does this make me feel bad? Why am I not functioning properly?
Logan slowly moved to his bedroom and got on his bed, curling up in a ball where his bed met the corner of the wall. He didn't know why he felt this way. He wasn't supposed to feel. His pants were getting soaked with tears. He groaned slightly, knowing they were going to stain. His shoulders shook and more sobs racked his body. Why am I not functioning?
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IT'S SO SHORT I'M SORRY-
Casually projecting my emotions onto characters that I don't usually wrote about and then giving up half-way through writing? Seems like a regular weekend to me.
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