This is a vent. I'm not completely back, but hopefully I will be soon.
And I'm sorry if this vent seems "cringe" or stupid, or whatever, I just needed to let it out...
So here's me projecting.

Warnings: rejection (romantically), suicide, pills, knives

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Roman was tired of it.

"Oh Roman... I- I would give you chance, it's just... Remus, ya know?" Virgil said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh god, you probably hate me now," Roman stood up shakily. "I'll just go." He said quickly, ignoring Virgil's protests.

He ran to the downstairs, and out of their shared dorm.

/~/

"I'm sorry Roman, but I have feelings for someone else." Logan said simply.

"Oh, okay." He nodded shakily. "Right... Well, they'd be lucky to have you..."

/~/

Roman was so close to confessing to Janus, until,

"So, I just got friend-zoned by my crush!" Janus huffed, looking up at Roman, who's lap he was sitting on.

"Oh..." Roman mumbled. "I'm sorry to hear that..." Of course he took all of Janus' gestures wrong. He was stupid, wasn't he?

/~/

He kept running away. Away from his problems, the people who claimed to care about him, everything. He didn't care anymore.

First Janus, then Virgil, and then Logan? He was hopeless.

No one was going to love him back. No one. What was the point of living, when he was unlovable.

He ran to a tree. The tree he went to every time he was going to do it. Once he tried with a knife, once with a rope. Now he was going to try with pills, and the knife.

'Goodbye, to nobody I guess. I don't see the point in living anymore. It's been proven that I am simply unlovable. And I just can't handle the pain anymore.

I'm tired of being everyone's second pick, their backup plan. I want someone to love me, and for me to love them back. I want love...

I guess I brought this onto myself, it's my fault for being this annoying. This reckless, and this naive.

I simply wanted to be loved. But that was too much for the world.

So, goodbye.'

Roman finished writing quickly. He placed the note down, and grabbed the pills.

He opened the orange bottle shakily, swallowing the anti-depressants down without water. He then shakily took the silver knife that he had used against his skin many times before, and impaled his stomach harshly.

He coughed up blood harshly. He weakly grabbed the note, before his lifeless body collapsed onto the grassy ground.

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