I cannot describe how stressed I am.
I am really, really, really worried about Ian. Beyond worried. Worried to the point that if I’m not already pulling out my hair, it’ll start falling out. This isn’t mere worrying.
I haven’t heard from him in over a week. He hasn’t been online and he hasn’t answered his phone (which isn’t dead).
He was saying he didn’t like the way his new medicine made him feel. He said it made him feel funny and he didn’t like it. It bothered him. And then… I haven’t really heard from him since. He has a history of suicide.
I’m really worried.
He’s died once, brought back at the hands of a doctor. And I am so happy that happened. But I am scared. What it he did something lie that again?
I can’t help but fear it.
I am really, really, really worried about Ian. Beyond worried. Worried to the point that if I’m not already pulling out my hair, it’ll start falling out. This isn’t mere worrying.
I haven’t heard from him in over a week. He hasn’t been online and he hasn’t answered his phone (which isn’t dead).
He was saying he didn’t like the way his new medicine made him feel. He said it made him feel funny and he didn’t like it. It bothered him. And then… I haven’t really heard from him since. He has a history of suicide.
I’m really worried.
He’s died once, brought back at the hands of a doctor. And I am so happy that happened. But I am scared. What it he did something lie that again?
I can’t help but fear it.
