5/30/04
The white four walls I loved so much now taunts me. Every waking moment feels cold and empty.
I don't see the beautiful brown eyed boy as often now, I think they moved his room.
Four months I've been here now. I miss home.
Home.
Home is where the heart is.
Home is where there isn't a millions little numbers painted in red on my wall. The number between 6 and 8. Plastered my wall.
So many.
Too many to count.
Im to tired to fight it.
I just cry. And that's why these pages are wet with tears.
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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))