Doctors, white walls and stupid potted plants. Meetings. Forms. Lollypops at the front desk.
It's driving me insane but this is my life now.
Missed calls. Angry doctors. Squeaky chairs.
Medical terminology, awkward questions.
Waiting rooms. Knocking before entering.
Computer updates. Annoying letters.
It's so boring.
I can't talk to you about it, even though I want to. You wouldn't understand because you've never had to explain to a doctor that just a few hours before you wanted to down a bottle off pills. And yes, I realise that would kill me, Mr Doctor. And no I don't care Mr. Doctor. Stop typing Mr Doctor, don't put that in my file Mr Doctor. Thank you for the meeting Mr Doctor, I feel much better. Yes I'm lying Mr Doctor, can I go now?
You've got such a beautiful smile, one that lights up a room, have I said that before? It deserves reiterating. You look like you've just been plucked straight from a Troye Sivan music video.
I've lost my referral form for a mental health service. You're on holiday now so I can't talk to you about it, not that I was going to anyway. All you talk about are "hot girls" like that "French fitty" you've been talking to.
I'm one month clean but I won't be soon.
Au: short and shit chapter but life's been tough and this is the last thing that been on my mind
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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...
