2/4/04
There's not much to do here. Sometimes i'll spend hours starring out the small window in the door, watching as the men and women wearing white coats walk to where they need to be.
They always look so busy. They walk with a destination in mind.
Sometimes they notice me, giving me a curious glance and keep walking. Sometimes, if they have time, they'll ask if in okay. And I'll just nod.
I can spend hours watching them, trying to imagine what's going on in their minds.
Across the hall there's a boy. He's got hair like mine, but brown, and it goes the other way. If i ever get to talk to him I'll tell him to style his hair the way i do mine, because he does his wrong. He's attractive though. The brown is a pretty change of pace. I stare at white all day.
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Mental Heath; Phan
FanfictionPhil writes journal entries of his time spent in the mental hospital. He's captivated by the brown eyed boy whos room is just across the hall. *Trigger warning* ((if you need to know more details about then triggers the message me))
