1 the thoughts

This is all based off experience

Virgil pov

As I lay in my room by myself all I could do was think negitive thoghts.

Your fat

Your ugly

Your stupid

You are nothing

Your worthless

Your hated by everyone

You should cut your self

You should die

Your just anxiety and no one wants you

I started to tremble and my breath was short and fast my head was pounding heart was racing. I knew I was having a panic attack.

Once it decided to go away everything hurt and I was still out of breath. I decided to at least try to sleep because no one else was awake because it was 12:20 in the morning

After 1hour of sleep I decided to make a bracelet for each of Thomas's sides.

After about five hours working on them it was time for Thomas to wake up from some fun anxious thoghts.

" hey thomas, do you need food or water or the bathroom yea you do so wake up kiddo" Patton told thomas. Damn he beat me to it.

Yea you want to know why because your a worthless faggot. Your nothing but anxiety and no one loves you.

At this point I started to believe it. He wasn't wrong Im just anxiety and no one likes anxiety.

" hey kiddo how's it going" Patton tells me.

He doesn't really care he's just using you

" stop acting like you care" I throw back at him angrily. I could see a bit of hurt in his eyes once the words had come out of my mouth. He turned around and whent into the kitchen to make breakfast for everone. Of course I threw up my brakefast as soon as possible same thing after lunch and dinner. I would eat everything on my plate then purge after then a panic attack then try to sleep and fail to then make bracelets out of beads.