Dear Diary,
Ok fine, I'll talk about the weird
So Im in a mental hospital for the first time, I somehow
Im just minding my own business living in a reality where I can finally talk about him
Who is this nurse? That voice?
Damn it vision is too blurry from all these pills. Fuck it, I'll ask it becuase I am finally crazy enough for this
Hey nurse
Are you real?
Are you alive??
Fuck you said it,
Thanks nurse
Im so glad you exist
Now I can handle that goodbye
Because I can finally say thanks for being so damn kind, and all the times you checked up on me.
Hmmm
I HEARD HIS VOICE ITS A LITTLE SCARY
PROMISE ME YOU'LL SLEEP TONIGHT?
LOL FUNNY NURSE, ONLY IF YOU CAN TALK ME OUT OF THIS GHOST IN MY HEAD
WHAT, I FEEL YOU LOOKING AT ME,
I dont know who this nurse is, why hes here again
Look, Im just trying to be in a reality where I get a proper goodbye at his funeral, I saw his name tags that was enough
Stop telling me to check the body bags, i dont ever want to see him in there im running away from that for as long as I can.
I refuse to see him in a body bag
I never want to look at his dead body
I cant handle that