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ㅡPRESENT. " someone needs to kill me already, i'm tired of doing myself. "
dear mom,
oak rehab center is a mental hospital for the phsycotic, the paranoid, and the suicidal freaks of daegu, south korea. it sits atop dying grass, surrounded by a thick layer of towering oak trees (hence the name) and security guards on the flat ground of a rather large, secluded forest.
it's a pale blue building- a fairly old one, too- covered in chipping paint and the limbs of moss and ferns that have slowly been creeping up the edges of the wood. a cobble stone path leads into the front doors of the main building, where the patients are housed. once you walk in, there isn't a high chance of you coming back out.
like i said before, oak rehab center is a place for the psychotic, the paranoid, and the suicidal freaks of daegu, south korea.
and that's where i come in.
you know all of this, i'm sure. well obviously, you do. you're a woman of her research, always checking up on social media sights before you let me join and reading a blog about any special food you wanted to make. that's just how you were, i guess.
it's the little things, i suppose, that i miss most about you.
i'm probably not going to be coming home any time soon, based on the way the staff looks at me. they're cheerful and frightened, helpful and careful around me. i've heard what they say about me.
so yeah, i'll be here for awhile.
i'm not missing home.
i don't really remember what home feels like anymore.
