le chaos. | another marsy dump.

[scully.]

[i]I'M ACTUALLY SOBBIJG
HOW DARE YOU

[finny.]

[i]I'M ACTUALLY SOBBIJG
HOW DARE YOU

[phantomatics]

[i]I'M ACTUALLY SOBBIJG
HOW DARE YOU

[aporia]

psst

[marsy]

you're welcome : ^ )

tackle hugs will

[marsy]

man chemistry is gonna be sooooooo fun
chokes on sobs so fun

[marsy]

kill me i don't know what i'm doing

[scully.]

i love jemkrys
oMG

[marsy]

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[div style="width: 354px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 1.2;"]he wasn't one to get upset easily, especially over something as small as this. it was so incredibly stupid, to him, that he'd get so upset over something like this. he was just over-thinking. they were complimenting him, for fuck's sake! he had absolutely zero reason to get upset over this, something that not a single other person would even think about. he shouldn't have even cared what other people thought, anyway, and he didn't, he swore he didn't.

yet, there he was, sitting up in bed, thinking so much about it. at first, he didn't think anything of it. if anything, he was thankful. they complimented him, said he'd looked particularly good in that video with an unnecessary amount of heart-eye emojis. it was really nice, and at first it made him feel better about himself; it boosted his confidence a little.

then, he had to start over-thinking it. for over a month, he'd read all these comments complimenting his physical appearance and some even going so far as to objectify him, and he'd started to think maybe he was just an item to everyone. he was just something they liked to look at and fantasize about, something that everyone else could use. he didn't even think himself to be that attractive, or attractive at all! he didn't understand, but it was so ridiculous and he knew it, but he couldn't stop the thoughts from flooding his mind day and night.

he huffed and snuggled under the covers, pulling them up over his shoulders. he gripped them and forced tears to stay back. he shouldn't cry over something so dumb, he kept telling himself. he swallowed the lump forming in the back of his throat and closed his eyes tightly, tensing when the bed dipped behind him. he curled into a tighter ball and couldn't stop the guttural sob that escaped his mouth.

was he not good enough for anyone, other than what they saw on the outside? was he not talented at all? was he not as kind or selfless as he tried to be? did he have no... redeeming personality characteristics? he'd always worried, but now he was really starting to believe it; that he was nothing but an item for people to use in whatever way they wanted or could.

[twistiethebear]

binch, i hate that. like because the fact that it's sad