Jakko POV
Do you ever feel that you're being watched? Well I do. I always check behind myself to see if there is anyone there...and like always,NOBODY'S there...

I have been working on my stories and trying to forget that feeling. Any ways,I'm gonna try my best to keep my happiness up...

Third Person POV
After Jakko texted his followers on wattpad...updating them on his work. He sighed and fell back on his couch,as a tiny tear dripped down his face "Why does everybody else have love?" He sighed as more tears dripped down his face. He wiped his eyes and got up from his couch.

He went to his room. He closed the door shut and jumped on his bed. He cried his eyes out on the bed "I need someone to love me..." He sighed wiping his tears...he looked at his arm...and (( Warning : Suicidal Thoughts )) grabbed a small knife...and started cutting his wrists...he cried out tears of pain...and cut deeper...blood began dripping down his wrists...

He cried louder and threw the knife...he cleaned his wrists of his blood...and began crying...

Sad...right?