"are you okay?"
"Um, lemme think...I have really deep cuts on my wrists and thighs, I lost a lot of blood, I had 3 panic attacks, I almost committed suicide once, my family doesn't seem to care about my problems, one of my dogs died, my nana died, my brother fell of his bike and almost broke his fucking neck and was brought into an ambulance, I almost broke my arm, I got high and drunk. All in 2 weeks. OH and not to mention I had a really bad heart attack and if Jack didn't get me to the hospital when he did, I would be dead. I would be fucking dead. I'm attached to so many fucking wires I don't even know what they do and I have the urge to just, rip all of them off of me. ALL of them. I've been trapped on this fucking hospital bed all day and I wanna fucking leave. So, no. I am not okay."
I'm sorry.
I'm not okay.
At all
Ily guys
So much
And I'm rly scared tbh
