Multiple minecraft youtubers. You'll figure it out.

It wasn't bad to worry. Sometimes you need to. For others, for yourself, for everything. But showing that something bothers you, that can be used against you. Because some don't care. And some people strive to always be better.

Scar sat alone on the top of one of his giant trees, on the outskirts of his magical village. Too many things to do and the fact that everything was trying to stop him wasn't helping.

Of course he noticed Grian slowly changing out the mycelium in the Shopping District. All the hard work he put into it. All of it, slowly dissipating into nothing.

He still had to build his mega-base and finish the dig. Everyone else already had the new gear, new blocks, at least a half-finished base and he still had to take care of the server.

All of it was so overwhelming. And it seemed like such a puny problem compared to everything else. Like the world was telling him his problems don't matter.

A true mayor would always put someone else before them... that someone who wouldn't be me. How Xisuma was able to put up with the stress was beyond him. Or maybe he didn't stress about these things.

Maybe Scar was just weak.

Bad turned away from Tommy, not wanting anyone to see his tears. He threw his hood over his head again, the shadow completely hiding his features.

It wasn't his fault that he didn't like people swearing. Or maybe it was.

"Language," he mumbled, interrupting Tommy. He had tried to explain why you shouldn't curse, why it was rude, only to be ignored. To be mocked, and looked down upon.

That's what he was, the 'softie' of the group, someone who tags along. The 'weak' one.

All the times Skeppy blew up his server, even if he fixed it, all the times people made fun of him and his likeness to muffins, all the times that someone swears.
It all adds on to the weight of knowing people don't care about what your well-being and how what people do affects you. All of them feel like a jab in the gut.

Of course it would be me. Skeppy, Ad6 and I are drifting apart and the Dream Team only talk to me because they're sorry for me... No one likes me. No one cares.

Bad pulled up his communicator and summoned a portal to go to the World Hub, leaving Tommy and his curses on the Dream SMP.

I should never have let anyone know what upsets me. They'll just use it against me.

Grian stood in the sweltering Nether, studying his upside-down mansion.

People don't care about me, just my builds. Unfinished, imperfect, not what they expected. Even though I have my own life... don't I?

He wiped his hands on his pants, wiping off the concrete powder. Activating his elytra and flying back to the portal, he let his thoughts get the best of him.

And the overworld greeted him, along with the back of his mansion.
Just another thing to do. It's what they want me to do. Not liking being judged is a weakness, apparently. One that he had found out the hard way.

Some people have an expectation to live up to. If you act differently, everyone will hate you because they think you're a different person.
Techno stared impassively at the group of fellow skywars players. They had no problems with this. They were already nobodies.

It was just meant to be a simple game with Skeppy on skywars. Some talking, some pranking, and a lot of dying to the void. Skeppy made jokes, ones that Techno had to answer like how he always did. Dark, emotionless and sarcastic. That's what he was. Someone people feared.

How would they react if they knew I changed? I'd be confused, I am already. Oh, how he wanted to join Skeppy in hearty jokes, prank others, be the person who he really was. But they knew someone who was stoic. Someone who wasn't him. He was Techno, but he took the title of 'blood god' for them.

People already judged him for ending the potato war with Squid, they'd hate him for doing anything more drastic. He never wanted to have a war, but that's the problem with being competitive. But that's someone they know.

He wanted to be who he really was. But that had to wait.

Right now, he had some orphans to destroy. Because that's obviously more important than him.

The end rob shards sat in Bdubs' hands, and him, sitting on the top of the cliff. Shame. Shame on me for not getting things done. Half-decent. A tear trickled down his face, but barely took notice of it. The winds left everything undisturbed, a calm scene.

Silent crying was something he picked up on throughout his life. Not that it was a good thing, but it was helpful. A chipper person crying is a person that's not wanted.

But some emotions had to be let out somehow. Sometimes it felt good.

And other times it took over his body. Sobs wracked through the still winds, tearing down his defenses against other bad thoughts. More problems that he stuffed away bubbled up, attempting to drown him. Even if they were small, they took over. It was all negative. A fake picture, that's what he was.

These tears, these thoughts and how they had control over him, the ongoing battle to be better, all were a sign. A sign that he was weak, weak for letting them get to him. Weak for letting anything bother him.

No one came. No one wondered why Bdubs wasn't helping with Scar's mayoral campaign. No one questioned the lack of new builds on the server, or the dismal cloud resting over the server, matching his mood.

No one cares. You're weak for thinking they did.

That weakness can take over your life, make you think you can't do anything right. Anxiety. Fear. An unrelenting feeling of hopelessness. It all melds together.

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People think too much about what others think about them, not what they think of themselves. Sometimes it's good to worry.

I wish I figured that out sooner.

This chapter is dedicated to remind ppl that u are worth it <3 be who you are and who u want to be. i love angst