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I went over bored with the self harm, I'm not kidding, if that stuff triggers you please don't read this. I don't get to vent much and this actually helped me get out how I was feeling a bit.
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"Tommy, you know how we don't keep secrets?" Tubbo's sad voice filled Tommy's headphones, making him want to break down and sob out of guilt.
"Yeah... I know..."
"Well I don't want to keep this a secret... And I don't mean to hurt your feelings, please don't get mad..." They sighed, "I think you're a jerk. You keep yelling at me for no reason, you call me names, and you've stopped talking to me unless we're recording. Did I do something wrong? Can you please just talk to me?"
Tommy felt tears threaten his eyes, his grip on his arms tightening as he tried to respond. He couldn't tell Tubbo what's wrong. They'd probably freak out and do something that'd ruin his career. He wouldn't be able to go on social media ever again. "I-I'm sorry..." He stuttered out, trying to hold back any emotion besides his usual anger but the regret he felt was clear.
"Tommy, wha-" Tubbo was interrupted by the call being ended by Tommy.
He turned off his computer and threw his headphones off, sobbing loudly. He choked on his breath, standing up shakily, and walking to his door, turning the lock so his family couldn't walk in on him crying his eyes out.
