OCD// a.g - t.a

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September 11 8:00am

i am in tate's car the doctor said tate had to monitor me closely, so i am spending the night at his house. if his house is dirty i won't mind because he's there and when he's there cleanliness doesn't matter.

September 11 5:41 pm

i am lying in tate's bed his arm is wrapped around me and i am happy. i don't care that his sheets aren't made or that his windows have smudge marks on them, just him being here was enough.

tate is curious as to what i am writing, he always asks me about this journal whenever i'm writing in it around him, which is a lot of the time.

maybe i'll show him someday.