Well, to anyone else I haven’t met by now.
Oh? And why is that? If you don’t mind my asking, that is. I’m.. well, in an asylum, if that paints a picture for you.
I’ve been here…. two months, and all I do is pass out for maybe an hour every few days. Not even days, nights more like it, and I can’t go home. All I want to do is go home. I don’t have some sad sob family story like a lot of people here. I get what you mean, but… I’d say it’s gonna get better, but why lie?