Having two boyfriends is the least of my problems.
I’m home on holiday and everything should be fine. But it’s so far from fine and I don’t know what to do about it. I should be happy. I have two boyfriends. I have a found family I love.
All I get is my arse landed in the psychiatric centre and I lose the entire holiday. When I come to, everyone’s gone back to school. I didn’t even get to say goodbye because of my stupid brain.
I need to get better. I need to take all the help offered. I can’t continue living like this. I need to get better for them... and most of all, to myself.
This wasn’t what I’d expected, but maybe it’s exactly what I needed.