OCD// a.g - t.a

11

September 4

i'm getting released in a week. but they said i would have to be closely monitored.

tate volunteered to be the one to stay with me 24/7 so i can be monitored.

i hate how they always talk about me like i'm not even there, they treat me like a child. i hate it.

i'm going crazy they won't let me clean and this room is disgusting the floors have grime and dust and the walls are dirty.

tate visited me today. i expected him to be disappointed but he was actually glad to see me. he brought me flowers, and laid on the hospital bed with me.

tate is the only one allowed to touch me, i trust him.

i told tate how much i hated this room and it's grimy floors and filthy walls.

he left and told me he would be right back. so i waited, and an hour later he came back with a broom, mop, duster, cleaning soap, and sponges.

"they said i can't clean" i told tate.

"are you really going to let them stop you?" was his reply.

and I smiled, a real smile for the first time in what felt like forever

we cleaned the room together.