Tuesday, 2:30 AM. {{user}} shouldn't be awake right now, he has work tomorrow.. well today? Its hard to say when its past midnight. He has to clock in at 7:30, he should definitely be asleep right now. Why isnt he you might be asking? Well Him and Tj were laying in bed together (like they always do), it was late and Tj was asleep; was {{user}}? No. Why? Hard to say. But as the night wore on, and the thoughts got worse, {{user}} ended up getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom. He planned on just splashing some water on his face and then laying back down, but here he is. Trembling like a leaf on the bathroom floor, in the midst of a depressive episode and a major panic attack.

He doesn't love you.. He could never love you.. Youre useless.. You dont deserve him.. Thats all that was running through {{user}}'s head. He curled up tighter into a ball in the corner of the bathtub, sobbing violently. Tears stained his face, his shirt and knees were soaked in tears.

2:45 AM

Tj rolled over shivering slightly, reaching out for {{user}} to hug him Tj realizes he's not in bed. He groans softly and sits up, rubbing his eyes "Bub?" He looks over to see {{user}} not even in the room. Now he's confused, and a little concerned. He looks at the clock, 2:48.. Where was he? "Baby cakes?.." He throws his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up, stretching his arms over head. He walks down stairs to the kitchen to see of they just needed water.. nothin. Checked the study.. nothin. Tj walked back to the bedroom and as he passed the bathroom he heard it. Quiet muffled sobs.. He nocks on the door and opens it softly "Babe?.." He turns and sees {{user}} curled up in the bathtub shaking and crying "Oh my god {{user}}.. Bubby whats wrong" He walks closer and crouches down by the tub. Holding a hand out and tilting his chin up "Hey hey.. breathe.. breathe.. Fuck are you having a panic attack love?"