𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 | 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟵 - 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

Chapter 4 -𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄

Notes from author:

Alright, I've noticed there isn't much feedback on this fanfic pretty lately. I mean, it's not perfect. it has its flaws, and there's always room for improvement. I think there's still a lot to appreciate and learn from. So, if you can, please share your thoughts on the story, your ideas, your reactions, anything! You never know; your input might just inspire me to take it even more seriously.

Thanks again for the idea, HaianhNguyen218

Y/N is about to Y/Ning around... YIPPE

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Previous, on the Reverse 1999, Chapter 3: 

He's far from perfect actually, let's get that straight right now. After all, everyone has their own set of issues. No one is exempt from life's little quirks and imperfections. But here's the thing, nobody really knows what his issue is — something bigger and more complex. We just don't know what's going on in that head of his. It's a mystery, one that he keeps hidden well.

His issue isn't actually fixed at all, this whole time he's been acting, just pretend that everything is fine? Deep down, he's still struggling with who he truly is. He's putting on a show for everyone, pretending to be normal when really he's still confused about his identity —  He's afraid to confront his true self, he just doesn't know how to yet, like a shadow that won't go away no matter how much light you shine on it.

He's the most bipolar character you'll ever meet. He's got it all - Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), and a whole host of other issues. 

He's the epitome of chaos, never knowing what he wants from one minute to the next. He sets out to do something, only to completely screw it up, and then he doesn't seem to care about the consequences. One moment, he's all hyper and energized, like he's been chugging down ten coffees then in the next moment, he's all flat, apathetic, and dead to the world, one day, he's convinced he wants to rule the world and take over the universe. The next day, he's questioning his life choices and contemplating retirement. Multiple sentient personalities living in one body, constantly switching between extremes also two minds living in his head, constantly warring with each other. 

This guy needs some serious help, not just a cup of tea — THIS GUY NEED HELP.

Semmelweis actually gives him the worst advice ever: Don't seek out a psychiatrist, or better yet, don't even think about Kakania. What kind of advice is that? It is as if mental health wasn't important, as if there wasn't a whole world of therapeutic help just waiting to be sought. That's like telling someone to not seek medical help, just rub some dirt on it or offering a bandaid for a bullet wound.

He's known for doling out sound solid advice to those in need. He has a talent for it, wisdom flowing from him like an endless rain. He's able to guide others in the right direction, like a compass pointing north. Yet, ironically, when it comes to receiving advice, he's a complete pushover. He's a disaster! He has no filter! He just nods along to everything, whether it's sensible or not. He's a total yes-man, agreeing to any and every suggestion thrown at him, especially from the ladies. He's totally smitten, a hopeless people pleaser, he just goes along with whatever the ladies say, not even stopping to consider if the advice is good or bad. It's like he's got no backbone, taking in everything without judgment. — All it takes is a bat of the eyelashes and he's putty in their hands. The poor sap.