Dementophobia • tyler joseph •

isle of flightless birds // entry

June 7th, 2013

Activity day was yesterday and it went by without any problems. I, of course, didn't meet anyone that I cared to talk to. Maybe it was because I didn't make an effort to do so, but who knows?

I did get a roommate yesterday though. I figured I would get one maybe a week or two after I got enrolled here, not two days after, but apparently there is a lot of screwed up people in the world that need mental help.

He seems like an okay guy though. He's name is Pete and he was really into the hardcore punk scene based on his appearance. His short red hair was very eye-catching and so were his sleeves of tattoos. I really wanted to know what the inspiration behind them, but I was too afraid to ask.

Him and I don't really talk much. We enjoy each other's company, I guess, but we both had our own problems to deal with and we wanted to get out of this place as soon as we could. That was the only thing I was focusing on.

Getting out of here.

I wanted to get better unlike many other people in the world. I wanted to get back to my family and be a much happier person.

Mr. Baker informed me yesterday that each of us was required to attend a support group meeting thing. Of course, I didn't want to, but if it helped me get out of here sooner than I'm all for it.

The meeting is tomorrow morning with some lady named Mrs. Eva. I hope she wasn't one of those fake happy people, who acted like they had no problems in the world. I wasn't sure if I could deal with that without going insane.

Maybe I would be able to connect with someone and find a friend tomorrow that wasn't Pete.

I really needed a friend right now. I wasn't sure if I could handle Josh visiting only one day a week.

Tyler Joseph, entry number two in Isle of the Flightless Birds.

Written on June 7th, 2013 at 9:57 pm in a pen with blue ink.