OCD// a.g - t.a

24

February 25

i have been at the mental hospital for a while now i keep continuing to clean. it's hard to stop.

sometimes they have to inject me with something that makes me drowsy because i start cleaning so much.

tate would never have wanted this, i know that he wanted me to get better, to recover, to erase any trace of sadness, yet i can't bring myself to stop.

tate was healing me and now i am left here to do it on my own.

my own parents stopped visiting me, they've given up hope but that's okay because i have too, any trace of hope left was carried away the day he left me here to battle this fight on my own.