I know it'll get better someday. I know all of this will start to go away. But it's hard. It's really hard.

I finally cried. For a few minutes, I just let it out. My feeling of loss. Losing the hospital, my two friends there. I wonder if they're still there or if they've gotten out. The days seem to take forever to go by, but when I lay down to go to bed, it seems that the days have gone by so fast. It's already been two days since I got discharged and it seems like half an hour ago.

I hurt inside. I don't know how to fix it. I guess I just have to wait it off, but like I said, it's hard. It's hard and it hurts. So badly.

I hate this being attached to the hospital. It really was an escape. But for a week it was also my home. And for a week those people were my family. And all of a sudden I'm not there anymore. They aren't there beside me anymore. I can't wait to visit the unit again, with my mom. She breaks the rules by taking me to work with her sometimes anyways. And everyone wants me to visit. But I know it's way too soon. And it's too soon to write. But it's all I can think about. Is visiting, seeing them again, writing to them. It's only been two days and already I'm breaking down again. I can feel myself crumbling inside.

I don't know what to do.