I used to be dead but I guess I'm not, now.
Waverly Hills Sanatorium {main rp}
Sadly, I am not {{Pete Wentz}}
FEBRUARY 18th, 2013
Stephen rocked his heels cautiously. Maybe he could still back out. He didn’t expect the agency to respond to him that fast. It was all a blur to him.
They should REALLY update that file. My ‘slutty’ days are very much over.
And yea…..I could do that. *Probably not though.*
They’re not over till you leave here sober.
I accept that I’m a paranoid fuck head who’s a dick to everyone and I accept that I like things a bit too clean.
Anymore words of wisdom?
A bit?
Life is like a dick. You know you gotta suck it up when it gets hard. This being said, I expect you to knock on my door tomorrow begging for therapy.
He was friendly.
*laughs* Now you’re just being a butt.
You have to accept your problems before you can fix them. That’s how it works.
I haven’t binged in a while, thank you.
Riiiiight.
So, if I accidentally left you a key to the asylum’s confiscated items room filled with alcohol, you would return it to me and not grab the chance of drinking your problems away? Worrying that if you don’t drink and look slutty while at it, nobody would mind you?
I didn’t friend him at all.
I’m not afraid of a big bully like you. You hurt Jacob’s feelings and probably a lot others. jacob’s a whimp when it comes to doing the emotions thing so he let you get to him, and I’m willing to bet you’ve done that to many others as well. I’m not gonna fall trap to you because you’re using all my bad shit against me. Besides, you know a lot about me because you’re a doctor so I’m not revealing anything you don’t know.
Then why’d you think he was so nice?
Freaks have feelings?!!?1!!?!? I definitely care what they feel when all I’m doing is confronting them of their faults in life that lead them here.
Why would anyone seek help from someone who tears them down?
Because I flat out tell you what’s wrong with you. Those “nice” doctors tell you that you’ll be fine and you’re okay but if you’re sooo fine why’d society think you’re insane?
I don’t give a fuck if you want to kill me every session but if it’s just me and you concentrate on that hate more than— say binge drinking, then you’ll be out of my hair.
Gross.
Dude, I AM dead, in case you never knew, and guess who, I was right to freak the fuck out because guess what? Someone WAS out to kill me. How is there not any fear in being murdered by everyone? Jeremy was pleasant then suddenly bam, he was murdering me.
The Gatz kid? That’s why you ask their disorder before befriending them you dope. Everyone freaks out when they’re surrounded by psychos, unless they’re psychos themselves.
The most confusing thing about you is that you’re a total pussy confronting everyone else but me. Ha, and you think I’m a bad psych.
If you don’t care what I think then what’s the fucking point in telling me useless shit about you?
The more freaks that know about me, the more they come crying to me asking to get “fixed” when they reach their breaking point.
The sad part is you completely enjoy my terrible middle schooler come back *shut up stephen, you used that one james*
Apparently he doesn’t understand what paranoid personality is~
I’d enjoy your cummed on back. *technically, his rper was supposed to be in middle school accdg to american standards* so… REASONABLE*
Nobody does because you ~*assume*~ everyone just wants to kill you.
