psycho ☹ j.j.

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i slept better last night, i guess because of jack. i still hate it here.

i want to know more about jack, more about his story, something.

diana came in, and realized we were both up, so she didn't say anything.

guess it's breakfast time.

after breakfast, i went to an art thing. i met a girl, her name is charolette. she has a severe case of schizophrenia.

i saw her at breakfast once.she is really pretty. she has long brown hair, and hazel eyes.

we sat beside each other in the paint room.

"hi. i'm charolette." she smiled.

"ainsley." i shook her hand.

"you haven't been here long, have you?"

"only about a week. " i continued painting.

"oh so i'm guessing you haven't snuck out to the playground then?" she asked.

"playground?"

"the one with all the kids. the mean mean kids. they hurt me sometimes." she said.

a nurse must have overheard her, because she came and pulled charolette away for a while.

"didn't take one of my shots this morning sorry." she picked up her paint brush, and continued.

"i'll see you later charolette." i smiled, and went to find jack.

he was sitting by a large window writing in journal. he looks so sad.

hell, aren't we all?

"can i sit?" i quietly asked.

he simply nodded, and closed his notebook. we sat in silence, watching the rain before he spoke up.

"you met charolette?"

"yeah. she is beautiful. i hate she's how
she is." i said. i was fiddling with my thumbs, for some reason he makes me nervous. i feel like he is a very intelligent person.

"ainsleyyyy" he snapped me out of my thoughts.

"oh im sorry." i blushed.

"what were you thinking about?" he asked.

"you."

he looked over at me and blushed. i put my hand on top of his, "i hope we stay friends, i'd really like to get to know you."

he smiled, "i would like that, not sure if anyone has ever told you this, but you're really beautiful."

"oh my gosh, shut up! you're gonna make me blush." i laughed, throwing my hands over my cheeks.

i heard diana calling his name which meant he has to go see dr.jamieson.

"looks like that's my que. see you tonight." he patted my leg, then left the
room.

this boy is growing on me.
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idk

sorry updates r short & shitty.

but whatever.

hey, also, please don't be offended by anything i mention. if i put a diease, or disorder in this book, i will have read over it briefly. i am not in expert in these types of things so if i use it wrong or it's not exactly how it's supposed to be i am sorry!!

and i understand that isn't probably how mental facilities are but just roll with it.

i think you should check out my story , replusive ; j.g.

ok bye