So, it's been a week.

I've been in the mental health unit at the hospital.

You'd think I'd be happy to be home.

But I'm really depressed at the moment.

It was a break from everything. And I mean EVERYTHING.

It was a superficial life.

Get up, go to groups, play games, have fun, go to bed.

I love all of the staff there.

Especially M.

Not only am I going to miss all of the staff, whom I will keep in contact with anyways, but I'll miss just being there. I really got comfortable.

I'm going to cry.

This is weird.

I miss the hospital.

NOW how insane do I sound?