OCD// a.g - t.a

8

August 24

tate saw my arms today, it was a mistake he wasn't supposed to. but my sweater slipped up my arm.

he hugged me and told me it would be okay. i didn't believe him. but I didn't push him away either.

i think when tate hugged me something inside broke. because i spent the next thirty minutes crying into his chest.

"i just want to be clean!" i would sob.

"i know you do." tate would reply.

my brother and tate are not friends anymore. my brother had told tate he refused to be friends with anyone that hangout with me.

i cried harder.