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Jimmy stared down at himself- what was he doing?
Why was he doing this?
He had friends- friends who definitely cared, considering he wasn’t the easiest to become friends with- and he had a caring family. He had alright grades, maybe not as good as his older sister’s, but still pretty good.
It’s not like he’s single because nobody wants him, he just prefers it like that.. he’s alright physically- sure he’s not best with running, but he’s not disabled or anything.
He has ADHD but it’s not a bad case of it, and he copes pretty well with it- and has plenty of people trying to help him. There’s nothing wrong. Nothing.
He went to therapy for a bit, but quit that because there wasn’t anything to tell the therapist..
He was fine. He was fine!
So then why was he here? At, what, 3AM? He’s got school tomorrow, but he’s here on the floor of the kitchen..
No proper reason, just a want.. boredom? Is he bored cause his life’s so.. normal? Does he not have enough fun with his friends?
His friends. He has friends. Why is he doing this? He’s fine.. but he’s clearly not if he’s..
So he can just.. put it down. There’s no reason to hurt himself. It’s not like anyone but himself knows it’s happening. He can pretend it never did. Move on.
He never did anything.
…But…
Why was it so tempting? There was no reason, nothing bad, just a need.. he could ignore it. He could.
…But he didn’t want to.?
Why? He shouldn’t want that! He doesn’t deserve it, it isn’t helping him, hell, he doesn’t even like it- he wasn’t a masochist or anything!
…
He got up, leaving one last line and then putting everything away. He took a plaster for the worst one, and a few mini-stickers to decorate it with.
He’d do that then sleep. Maybe.
He felt sick.