dear reader & writer,
but you are. i promise. the only time i lie is when they ask me questions.
we're all emotionally unstable here. we would be out in the real world if we weren't.
therapy never works. physc wards never work. we're always going to be sad, maybe just not as sad.
i bet the sound of your voice is lovely.
like you.
p.s. did you know the cupcakes they give are actually really good?
with adoration,
birthday boy
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therapy | hood
Fanfictionour wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us. © sage; two-thousand-and-fourteen.
