Jsyk, I've always thought angst day was a really stupid idea.
You are disturbed people.
-Phanny
"What's the matter Danny?" Sam asked, taking a break from furiously slicing her wrists to look at her not-quite-boyfriend. Oh, how she was so sad that she couldn't have him, it made her want to cut herself. She looked at her bloody wrists. Oh.
"I just…I have so many feelings." Danny mourned his own sanity, "I'll-I'll never grow old - I know this even though there's absolutely no proof of that. My parents rejected my ghost half even though they've accepted it before. And you-you do not love me as you should. Neither does Vlad. Vlad should love me."
"But Danny," tears fell from Sam's eyes, tears of blood, "you are a wonderful person. You're not even-"
"Don't tell me what I am not, Samantha!" Danny said, almost hilariously out of character, "I am not the carefree boy you have come to know. I am secretly EVIL. Also, I'm in love with myself. But I don't love me back."
"…That makes no se-"
"MY LIFE IS HARD. LEAVE ME TO TEND TO MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS."
"But I'm busy cutting myself. I need to feel."
"LEAVE."
Fentonworks exploded. There were no survivors.
Am I being immature about this?