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(A/n)

*cleans throat*
Let's try something new
Like the great the-mellokid (he's actually smol sz) said, "4 hands is better than 2", Geesus bless

Another one inspired off my own life, so sorry if some parts are too specific, it's more personal
Maybe it's not even good, but I want this moment registered somehow

Sometimes I believe I'm living in a fanfic
Some parts aren't even edited, srsly
The only difference is that I don't have any bf or crush (who lives near me, ofc) shdghdsfh

I personally think singing MCR lyrics at the top of your lungs and screaming "against the sun we're the enemy" and "where are you, Destroya?" to the sunset sky while standing on an abandoned footbridge is very therapeutic

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A sigh escapes my lips as I let myself fall to my bed, covering my face for a moment like if it'd make me momentarily stop existing like I want to. At least to just disappear until this feeling fades away, which makes everything heavy and empty at the same time inside my chest, turning it hard to breathe or to move and practically kicking the tears out of my eyes. Tears I refuse to let out.

The light is a bit uncomfortable at the first moment as I finally lower my arms, shakily exhaling. Though, as I wanted, no tear ever left any of my eyes, there's this sensation in my nose and under my eyes like if I've just stopped crying.

It's just another bad day. A bit worse than the others since the world decides to disappoint me sometimes, but I guess I can handle it. I roam through my thoughts in an attempt of finding something to do - anything to take my attention away from... this or to at least attenuate it.

The first thing that comes to my mind is to let my friends know about it. It's not something I'd usually do, but the way I feel safe around them reaches another level. Gerard never judges me for anything, Mikey is always willing to help, Frank gives good advice - sometimes - and Ray is a good listener.

Gerard and Frank, however, are the first ones who come to my mind as soon as I have my phone in hand. I press on the name of our group chat without thinking, an automatic motion.

Me:
im kinda bad again
life like, damn fuck
sorry

It takes some minutes, but Gerard's soon online and replying; the way the few words make me feel somewhat better already is even stupid.

Gerard 🌹🖤:
Hey, don't be sorry
What's up? Wanna talk about it?

Me:
Eh no
thanks tho
I'm just disappointed and confused
I'll be alright, eventually
Talking with you is enough

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