#post!asylum

✂ - A message my muse wrote after not having written for a while, possibly because they lost the journal or because they have been busy with other things. (Feel free to include part of the previous entry for perspective.)

I somehow got this thing back. 

It’s been years since my last entry, if you could even call it that. Same sentence written over and over again. I don’t even remember I don’t want to believe that I was that sort of person. Yet, I can’t help but feel that I’m even more worse off, but at least I’m safe. Emily dropped this thing off, left a note. 

‘Mom said that I shouldn’t keep this. Heard you were staying here.’

That’s probably the only contact I’ve had with my family after staying in that nightmare. Nightmare even seems like too fluffy of a word. Though, I don’t blame her for not wanting to even look at me after what

Doctor said I should document, since I can’t seem to carry on a conversation about that place without locking up.