"I'm a mess right now, inside out."
"So, Joshua, your friend tells me you've been getting bad again." He says, twisting a blue-inked pen in his hand and writing nothing-important down on the booklet resting on his lap. Joshua hates therapy sessions, even more so than he did before Tyler decided to leave him all alone, so alone.
"Yeah you could say that, I'm not sure how much better I was before though." He lets out a laugh, it contains no humour. "I guess some people just aren't meant for this world." The therapist scribbles down some useless notes, shifting in his seat slightly.
"Why do you think you aren't meant for the world?" Josh must admit, although the person is only trying to help (provided they get paid) he's really frustrated with the plain voice underlying with sympathy that never changes - no matter the subject at hand.
"Because, I thought I might have finally met my world, and he left me in a hurricane."
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You and I, we just weren't created to survive (joshler) (not edited)
FanfictionSuicide apparently saves lives... even if it's temporary... // "I'll get down if you do too, I can't get to know you if you drown." // Warnings - suicide, self-harm, depression, eating disorder, abuse etc. Abused!tyler Eating disorder!josh // AU
