6/18/04
I saw the brown eyed boy today. He sat a few tables over from me at lunch. I wanted to sit with him, but every time he caught me looking at him he sent me a menacing smirk.
Eventually I thought he was getting up to leave, but he sat down across from me.
"Why are people like us living, if living is only suffering?" He says.
That sicks with me.
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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))
