Lando hated himself.

He really really did.

Why did he like Carlos?

He slid the soft metallic razor through his wrist.

Why?

Again.

It wasn’t fair.

The older had a girlfriend, and he was so so happy with her.

More than with him.

It slid deeper. Blood oozing out.

Lando loved the older.

So much.

He loved being in his arms, getting cuddles, everything.

Yet. He knew Carlos didn’t reciprocate.

Tears stormed down his stupid cheeks as he desperately slit another.

Why?

Why Rebecca?

Well it was obvious. She was prettier.

Another.

Skinner.

Another.

And just not as fucking ugly as he was.

Deeper.

He was fucking useless.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, sobbing.

His arms were filled with blood, so were his thighs.

He raised the small blade in his arms.

To his neck.

Should he?