“I’m not going through this with you every time you decide you’re cured,” he warned, shaking his head. “There’s no cure, Liz, but there is treatment, so let yourself be fucking treated!” “I just wanted to be normal, okay!” I screamed, tears flowing freely down my face. “I just wanted a fucking shot at being like every other person our age who doesn’t have to ram pill after fucking pill down their throat in order to function!” Feeling myself slip, I fisted my hair and tugged, needing the physical anguish to distract my mind from the very real meltdown brewing. “I don’t want to live my life like
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Crying now
