What's freedom?

Less?

Oh hey!
How've you been?
Haven't seen you since four days ago.
Kind missed you...
So how have you been while you were away?
Me?
Well...
I kinda had a mental breakdown...
I'm better now!
I always feel better after I cry!
Which I definitely did.
Sad thing to say I know.
But it's the truth...
I talked a lot to my friends, best friends in fact.
They are my favorite people in my life...
Another thing has happened...
I have fewer chains...
I don't know how...
Their just gone...
Only a couple.
I know it's not a lot but-...
At least it's something...
And I don't mean to be a downer...
But-
I know they'll come back...
They always do...
And they'll come in a bigger portion...
I'm sorry for not staying on the bright side...
I just can't help myself.
You can't just talk about the happy things without addressing the sad things!
That's what I like to live by at least!
Now.
You.
I want to hear more of you!
Anything interesting?
...
...
You wanna ask more questions about me?
Well...
Alright.
Start your questioning!
...
Do I remember how many chains I had?
Not really they change so often it's hard to keep track.
...
How can I contact people when I am stuck here?
Well, that's a tricky question!
I can hear people, but they cannot hear me most of the time!
Sometimes I can't hear myself!
...
What are my chains made out of?
Well.
They can be made of so many things!
All different!
Especially if they are from different people!
Like this one!
It wraps around my waist and down my leg.
This is made of:
Steel, self-hatred, bullying, resentment, carbon, depression, anxiety and a tiny bit of lead.
It ranges in amounts too!
Some chains are heavier, some are colored differently, etc.
But!
These chains can hurt and get tighter and do other terrible things!
Once, a girl I knew had chains of her own and they got so heavy she couldn't take it anymore and let the chains suffocate her!
However, she didn't know this, but when she died from those chains ,that she never got rid of, they followed her even though she had died...
If you choose not to believe me, ask mother.
She knows more than me about this place than I do.
I mostly know how to ,barely, survive in here!
Sadly our time is up again...
Don't stay away long...
I'll miss you too much.
Bye, bye...