Obsessed

Diagnosed.

Song for this chapter: Therapy by All time Low

Trigger warning- please do not read if you are easily triggered.
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Diagnosed...

Sometimes I feel like I'm better off alone.
No one particularly cared about me anyway.
Certainly not my family.
Better off alone.
Better off alone.
Better off alone.
Better off dead?
No I can't give in to temptation, he wants me to crack, to give in but I won't.
I won't give in to temptation.
I won't let him win.
I will stay alive even if it is to spite him.

People are always talking about bonding.
Like in therapy you'd have special bonding session.
Bonding with who?
My inner demons?
Definitely not the therapist.
She couldn't care less about me.
In fact she cuts our sessions short.

Not many people can tolerate being near me for too long.
I don't blame them for leaving.
I don't want to be near myself either.

But sadly I can't avoid myself.
Just like how I can't avoid my illness. Or 'condition' as some call it.

It's not a condition.
It's turned into a lifestyle.

I can't escape now.

A/N

A year later and I still have no idea where this story is going.

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