You're the best man, so what's the plan, why don't you talk to Matty 'bout it? ~menswear by the 1975
Au: I wrote this chapter listening to this song because I'm trashy and obsessed
No one cares about me anymore. I'm giving it a month, if I still feel the way I do after this month.... I'm done. So consider this my plea of help. This is my one foot into the grave. Consider this a suicide note in the making. I'm done pretending.
I relapse and that's not okay
I'm not "cured" and that's not okay
I'm me and that's not okay
You don't even care about me. You were the only person I had. You were it. People pretend they care. Until they see the scars on your legs which you tried so hard to hide. Until they see the panic attacks. Until they see the tears rolling down your face begging for help because you can't do it alone anymore.
If you see someone cuts and they're fresh and you are close to them and you do nothing then you are not someone they need in their life
"Oh but I don't know how to help"
Right, here's what to do,
Get them alone
Ask them if there's anything they want to tell you
If no- then tell them that you've seen "it" and you want them to know you'll always be there for them
If yes- ask them what's wrong.
ITS REALLY THAT SIMPLE
I've turned these messages to you Phil into help for other people because I believe it's too late to save myself but I hold out hope for everyone else
With hope at last
-Dan Howell
YOU ARE READING
Things I wanted you to know (Phan)
FanfictionSup bean people, this one will hit you right in the feely weelys Trigger warning *mentions of selfharm and suicidal thinking and eating disorders* stay safe ily It's finished but I update it every now and again... So it's not really finished... Id...
