dear phil,
the house reeks of weed and many other drugs, my hair is falling out at rapid speed. I looked at myself today my rib cage was showing, it was beautiful. my skin was pale and some would say it was worrying, but I just couldn't bring myself to eat. all I want to do is die, I just want to see you again.
from,
a boy who is slowly dying.
YOU ARE READING
letters to you||phan
Fanfictiondan can't stand living without phil, so this is the story of dan's road to 'recovery'. completed: 5/29/16
