(TW: mentions of loss, ED’s and SH, if you ever have these types of thoughts please know your loved and call the s*icide hotline 🫶 stay strong ml)

You’re a mess. There’s no doubting it now, you’ve struggled with you mental health for a while,your mother had you at 16 and she and your baby sister passed away in a car accident; and your father…was never around. You had been struggling with SH, anxiety and depression and an ED.

You were in collage, in an ok looking room, you were laying in bed staring at the ceiling when you heard a knock at the door, you open it and see a tall, tanned confident looking boy

‘…you must be my new roommate’ You mumble quietly

You watch as he glances around the room, it was a mess, tissues, scrunched up paper, clothes, empty bottles and trash before his eyes flicked over to your disheveled appearance