Phan - An Obsession with Perfection.Phan - An Obsession with Perfection.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Title: An Obsession with Perfection
Rating: 12+? idk.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan nor Phil and none of this ever happened in real life.
Summary: Dan has been at the mental hospital for 4 years now. He's there for being Bipolar and having severe OCD, but he's always had this obsession with perfection. However, Dan's life changes forever when Dan meets the mysterious Phil Lester.
I've been at this mental institute for 4 years now, the nurses say I'm not leaving anytime soon. I have severe OCD and I'm Bipolar, that's why I'm here.
But I also have an obsession with perfection. I had never met one perfect human being, and it annoyed me.
That was until my roommate Phil Lester walked into my life.
I remember the nurse telling me I was having a new roommate like it was yesterday.
"Dan?" she asked
"Yes I'm here." I mumbled glancing up briefly from my book
"There's a new patient coming in ton
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“Of course it is, silly! It's your birthday!” Dan smiled and walked over to Phil, pulling him into a hug. Phil's turned a light shade a pink a
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Never let them hurt you
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Arthur stood before the chair, spell book in his left arm as he prepared the spell. "Alright, ol' boy, lets see if this works." The words flowed smoothly past his lips as he read off the page, a soft glow beginning to show in his hand and slowly becoming b
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Love is passion
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In fact, she'd probably be trying to make out with him, right now.
Unfortunately, this wasn't the case, so the dramatic voice would have to do.
"You already did, dumbass."
He'd have to practice his dramatic voice some more, then.
Then again, it wasn't like any other girls resisted his awesome charm. (Name) was the one exception.
She must have been dropped as a baby, he thought. Her 'I'm going to fall madly in love with Gilbert The Awesome's awesomeness' cell isn't functioning.
To top it all off, he really couldn't think of a good comeback.
Wait what had (Name) said again?
Damn his horrible memory.
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Creaking, the door moaned against its hinges and he entered the entrance hall, black and white checked tiles cutting the carpet off in its tracks. High windows, inches below the ceiling, delicately glowed the moons rays into the room, dust dancing in turns as they caught the light and the frame of the pane shadowed onto the floor.
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in the scrapes on my knees
as I sought to fly away from there;
amidst my footprints on trampled earth
I learned that forever can be measured
(the sun was cold
stretching my bruised arms towards
them, who look at me as if I am
a pitiful animal, abandoned and rough
yet it was this beast inside me
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words that sting as much as the first time
my wounded heart endured them, when
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and bitter, and I pledged to keep my smile
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Thank you for custom ordering from Neko Corp. Here is a list of instructions for caring for your new pet Nekoloid and with your new Nekoloid is a few things it might need.
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- One water dish
- One food dish
- A Haro cat toy
- 3lbs of dry cat food
- 5 cans of wet cat food
- 10 cans of tuna
- One collar
- A Scratching post
All Nekoloids are to be kept away from water to keep them functioning and regular grooming to avoid hair balls. Due to pet over populations, Nekoloids are spayed and nurtured before being shipped to you. Nekoloids also have all their shots, and are free of fleas, worms and completely healthy.
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Wakening Your Nekoloid
Wakening your Japan Nekoloid is very easy; just activate the Haro cat toy and your Japan Nekoloid will happily play with it. Another way is to open a can of tuna; this will be the fastest way to wake him up.
What to fee
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To say it's great is only a pity.
It's about a boy, who loved a girl,
And their story that did unfurl.
The little boy tried to impress,
And the girl was, she must confess.
A song he wrote to her,
This Little Lullaby, made her heart stir.
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"The only happiness to this mere boy."
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"Sunset kisses, and the ocean breeze,"
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"My Love for you undying,"
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"Us, we, forever as one,"
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"This is your Lullaby, hear it when you sleep,"
Remember it, hear my voice, to comfort you when you weep."
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The Holidays are over. The girls are glad to see them all again...
Ciara - Girls! How are you? I'm more than glad to see you!
Ashia - Ci! Finally you are here! We waited very Long time! But that's no problem.
Ginger - Yeah! Where were you?
Ciara - Their were some probelms at home. My dad just didn't let me leave the palace.
Alina - Main Thing is that you're here!
Fabia - Agree!
Griselda - Girls! Hurry up! The lessons started for exactly one minute!
Ginger - Griselda! We aren't pupils anymore - we are here to teach some fairies!
Griselda - Oh yes. Mrs. Faragonda want to see you!
Alina - So may I know for what we wait?
Ashia - Yeah! Let's go!
In Mrs. Faragonda's room...
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Fabia - Okay!
Mrs. Faragonda is in a part of Alfea where only teachers or full-fleged fairies can come to...
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Ciara - They look so amazing!
Ginger - Totally agree!
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I lost a friend today, and I don't know how to deal.
I almost lied, but that would be wrong, though I don't believe in sin.
I lost a friend today, and my days will never be the same
I almost choked, though I expect it will happen, when I am alone
I lost a friend today, and I will miss our secret game
I almost broke, but it is coming, from my eyes to my bones
I lost a friend today, and my heart will never heal.
I almost abide, though my mind says no, I can't breathe in air
I lost a friend today, and this poem is how I will deal
I almost cried, at the beginning, but now I feel the tears.
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Hal smoothes his fingers over the well-worn coolness of a granite pillar, and he passes it by for the window beyond it, so familiar. He tilts his head back to
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Maybe I don't know what's wrong
Maybe I can't talk about it
But maybe I need you to listen
Maybe the cuts get deeper each time
Maybe too much blood comes out
Maybe you'll try and stop me
But maybe I won't listen
Maybe I want to tell someone
Maybe I need to unload all of my problems
Maybe you're the only one who can help
But maybe I don't want to bother you with my troubles
Maybe I'm just scared
Maybe I've lost hope
Maybe I'm losing control
But maybe I was never in control to begin with
Maybe I like the way things are
Maybe I'm afraid of change
Maybe I get a kick out of being so messed up
But maybe I'd rather be a normal girl
Maybe I don't like people
Maybe I can't live without them
Maybe I need you
But maybe I don't like the way you tear up my heart
Maybe I'm insane
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Maybe I'm just stressed
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He has a maraca he likes to shake
And a blanket made of dust.
On bright days I wonder what he does there,
I even consider asking him;
His answer is but a monkeyish laugh
He shakes his maraca at me, mocking my thoughts,
Grins at me, with a smile that misses five teeth.
Then he jumps in joy, cries out, leaps away
He climbs my logic and chips a few pieces
And with them he decorates his house
which he built in my inspiration.
When night falls he tends to rummage
Through the drawers of my mind,
Poking this and poking that.
He never sits still, always playing his game.
Sometimes though he disappears
Into darker corners unheard of.
But upon his return he has found
So much and all of it he will, undoubtedly,
Fill up the shelves of his house with.
When did he come to be, I wonder.
What is he doing in my mind, pray tell!
For how much longer will this baboon taunt me?
I have a monkey inside me you see,
Maybe he's the reason I never sit still,