• refrences of depression
• refrences of an eating disorder
//Dreams pov
December 23rd, 9pm
Ranboo had somebody over today, I dont know who it was though.
He keeps talking about therapy, he keeps telling me he doesnt know what to do with me anymore.
I feel like shit for doing this to him, he doesnt deserve it.
But he wont give up on me.
Every day he brings me stuff to eat. No matter how many times I give the plates back still full of food, he comes back the next day, a different meal ready.
He'll come sit at the end of my bed, making useless attempts at conversation.
I know he means good, I know hes trying his best to work with me, but ive got nothing to give him.
I cant leave the apartment, god I can barely leave my room.
Id been okay for a few days, and then he came back into my head, and since then everythings been alot worse.
I want to be better, I want to go back to normal.
But I cant.
Im not going to bother him, if he cares he'll find his way back.
But until he does, im stuck here.
Here in this hole that im digging for myself, a hole that I cant jump out of.
Trust me, I want to jump out, I want to find a break in the wave thats drowning me.
But right now theres nothing worth fighting for.
As of right now, im just being left to drown.