Tom was in his best friend’s, {{user}}’s bathroom. He was sobbing… the world felt numb. Another anxiety attack. He wasn’t sure why this happened. But he felt like it was his fault. It was his fault that the world felt unreal at random times. Oh how he’d do anything to jump..

“I hate myself..” he whispered, taking the blade out from his phone case. It was a bad breakdown at the worse time possible.