Roman stared up at his ceiling in the darkness of his room. His clock read 11:36pm in bright blue numbers. The only source of light in his room came from said clock.

He felt numb and depressed at the same time. Tears slid down his cheeks without his control, but he made no effort to hide them. He wanted to desperately talk to someone but no one was awake at this ungodly hour and he wasn't going to disturb their peaceful slumber.

He felt so..broken. As if someone had taken a hammer and smashed him to a million pieces. He wanted desperately to have someone notice he wasn't ok and ask what was wrong. He just wanted someone to care about him.

But that was selfish. He knew that. So he kept silent. His tears being his only comfort as his mind drifted off to everything he's ever done wrong.

"I can't stand that guy."
"Do you really think he should be here to give his mopey dopey input?"
"We did just fine in the last few Sanders Sides videos without him!"
"You're an oatmeal raisin cookie that's primarily composed of raisins–a raisin oatmeal cookie! No body wants that!"
"Put a sock in it!"
"Why don't you get lost in the dryer!"

More tears started to flow as a sob escaped from his frail body. He had been the cause of Virgil ducking out. He had been the cause of Virgil feeling like the outcast..

He was the problem, not the Prince..

Curling into a ball on his side, he covered his mouth to silence the sobs. He shouldnt be allowed to cry, he was the bad guy.

He'll have to try harder. He'll have to show he wasn't arrogant..

"I'm sorry Anxiety.."

His voice was hoarse from having been silent all day. He had figured speaking less caused less stress amongst the others, only speaking when it was needed.

"I'll be better, I promise.."