Terrible Things | 1

I know it's been a long time since I've updated anything but I'll do my best to update this every so often this month of December. I need to write again, it's a form of... salvation, I guess you can say. This is a little different and has many point of veiws, I present to you:

I quickly did this banner so it's not the best, but I really hope you guys enjoy this? I love you all so much and if i'm not on here most times you can either find me here. I love you all so much.

He peered out the window, brushing the dust filled curtain and watched a short orange-haired girl enter, the building, arguing with what he assumed was her parents. He gathered his thoughts and thought nothing of it and went back to the couch and started playing with his thumbs; his hands clasped together whilst twirling his thumbs. He then begun to look around the room, weary of all the people who were around him. Five words coming to mind: They are just like him.

For a second, he heard a voice and his mouth gapped open as he watched a girl with a grimace on her face, telling her parents that she's done having contact with them for sending her to this place.

Maybe you're wondering where we are, but I'd like to think that you would already know where this place was. A place of white walls and formality. A place where there is order and recovery. A place where kids like us, fear.

People think we're unhuman for having these thoughts but, you'd notice long enough, if you're to stay what we call, sane, here. That there are more people who have been here for most of their lives.

We are a group of people who see things differently, and we all have different stories. This is only a journal of what goes through my mind, hopefully you understand that sometimes, it is perfectly fine not to be okay. That you're perfectly sane for having thoughts like these. The idea of getting these thoughts out of our head seems, silly but also satisfying. I'm only telling you this because life, can do terrible things.