Loneliness. Just utter, pure loneliness.

Hopelessness. Just utter, pure hopelessness.

Uselessness. Just utter, pure uselessness.

Sadness. Just utter, pure sadness.

Loathing, hate, anger. Directed to yourself, cuz you just don't know who else to blame it on. Cuz your life is just so fucked up you don't care anymore. Cuz all you need is a reason. A reason to get the fuck out of this hellhole. A shattered heart, wondering if it would ever be mended?

A distant voice, an abyssopelagic hole in the memories. A chunk of goodness stripped away like a sticker. The hearts of the bruised, and of the hurt, crushed with truth. Why live in such a cruel world, when you have the choice to end it all?

The mocks, the taunts, the insults. The things they think you will never notice. They cease to care; why should they care? An act of fakeness, an act of shrewdness. They think you will never notice. Have they ever noticed you?

A simple sentence could've saved you: Are you okay?

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Hi. My name is Ethan Jones. I study at Sapphire High School 'N College, and I'm twenty, going on twenty-one. I would say I'm fairly good-looking. I have a height of 5'11, which is basically just six feet, but whatever. I have dirty blonde hair, and dark blue eyes with flecks of light blue and fluorescent green in them. (A/N: KIND OF like this, but ignore the fact its a girl's eyes. PLEASE)

(OKAY, THIS GUY LOOKS FREAKISHLY SAME TO THE PERSON I WAS IMAGINING; I think his name is Griffin Mark. I THINK [Also, he's giving me Will in Nico's clothes vibe DX])

I also have slightly tanned skin, and a defined pack of six-abs, and I usually like to wear dark-coloured clothes. I live in a mansion (YES, A MANSION) with my parents, and tons of servants and butlers and maids. No, I'm not a prince or something. (though I might as well be) My parents are just really rich. And by that, I mean rich, like filthy rich. Naturally, I have a lot of friends and I'm popular at school. I am, of course, popular for my money, but also popular for breaking girls' hearts after a one-night stand with them.

Sometimes I stay in a relationship for a few weeks, I think the longest was with that Maria (or Myra?) girl with whom I was dared to stay with for a month, after which I immediately broke up with her, leaving her in tears. Well, I don't care, and I really don't care. Especially not with a girl, and after not what happened with- Nevermind. I SAID NEVERMIND.

I'm also the swimming team captain of our school. A bit of an insight about my parents:

They ignore me. They have no love for me, or even acknowledgement that I exist. everyday at dinner, they pick up their plates, and go to their separate rooms, and start to eat there, sometimes with a phone with them; for dad to call his "Business secretary" and for mom to call one of her "Just guy friends". and leave me alone at the dining table. But that's fine. That's really okay with me. Its just that... sometimes I wish they could actually have a heart-to-heart chat with me, and not the sharp comments and commands they randomly throw in at random intervals of the day. But we won't speak about them any longer. Let's not make me any more depressed than I already am. But hey! Now you get to witness it.

OH MY GODS AN ACTUAL FREAKING ORIGINAL GAY ANGST LOVE WORK OF MY OWNNNNNN!!!!!!!! I'M SO DAM EXCITED, Y'ALL!!!!!!!!! Okay, okay. Calm down, Noah. Well, hope you like this story!

Toodles!