It's now been 9 hours, it's 7AM. Damon went through a lot of tears and a lot of scratching his arms to the point of bleeding. He /really/ needs to stop doing that..

He manages to stumble downstairs and head to the kitchen, opening a drawer and taking out some bandages. He rolls up his sleeves, taking off the bandages on his upper arms and checking to see if the old scars have healed. They've healed mostly since the last time he scratched, but not all the way.

He now wraps the bandages around his lower arms and replaces the ones on his upper arms. He needs more bandages. He's ran out again.

He'll go to the pharmacy later today. That's if he can even get out of the house. Does he even deserve to get out of the house? He's a rich asshole. Why isn't he just fucking off with other rich assholes.

He's came here to fix things and to help but he's only making things worse. He's making everything shit, he just invades peoples privacy and gets people raped. That's all he can fucking do, if anybody is supposed to be getting evidence collected them it should be Damon. If anybody should be getting sued it's Damon.

If anybody should be getting raped, almost killed, tortured, their privacy being invaded, it's Damon. Eugene doesn't deserve the shit he's went through, Juno doesn't deserve to be everybody's personal therapist. Damon should. Damon should be the one be getting all this shit.

Damon should be dead by now, he should have killed himself long ago. He should have

/died/ so long ago. But he hasn't. He doesn't know why. He doesn't know what he's living for anymore. He's doing so much to help other creatures and so much to help the world, but is he even doing anything at all? Is he even making a single difference?

What if he's not even doing anything good and all of this is just some loop and he's been going round and round in circles for most of his life?

His only purpose in life is to be there for other people.

"Your just being /overdramatic/ now, being spoiled, being an /ungrateful/ fucking
/disgrace./ Not worthy of a penny of what you own. I have so much and I'm acting like I have so little. I'm a /millionaire./ What more could I want?!"

Damon keeps repeating that to himself, begging that those worlds will stay inside his head so he can just.. Get. A. Grip.

Just.. Get. A. Grip.

Pull yourself together, Damon.

Pull yourself together.