Tommy's pov

-A journal entry-

A few weeks later I finally got out of the hospital, well actually I got out the next day but I had to go to a mental hospital. So I don't count that as getting out. I'm on my way home right now. This is so weird. I'm talking to myself by writing this down. Now I've had a diary but I didnt write anything like this. I feel like I'm crazy. My therapist told me to write all this down. My feelings that is. So I'll just write till I got nothing. I actually met this really cool person at the Mental hospital L! That's their name L. He's super cool. And a really good friend! He got out the same day I did (today) but they've been in there longer. So hopefully we can hang out! Wait wtf is wrong with me. I'm acting like I'm talking to a person! I'm fucking crazy. I mean it's not like my therapist isn't gonna read this to make sure I actually did it. Like I said this is something my therapist told me to do an "assignment" you could say. I mean I haven't had any thoughts of suicide so thats good. YAY IM ALMOST HOME! Phil and everyone didn't come and pick me up. Not even techno.. If one person was gonna remember me I'd think it would be techno. But I guess I'm forgettable. I'm home.

-end of entry-

I start walking to the door hesitant to knock. So I use the key under the mat.

"SUPRISE!" Screamed my entire household

"JESUS FUCK GUYS!" I immediately regret yelling. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for yelling"

They all collectively hugged me. Ignoring the apology treating me how they used too.

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I can't thing of anything else
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