Thanks for Listening [Wattys2016]

January 29, 2015

~ Song for this chapter: Bully by Shiendown ~

Dear Journal,
Apparently it has gone back to checking you once a week again, or not at all. Which is just a sign of relief because I love doing this so much...... note the sarcasm.
You know it's so funny how someone can make you feel alive again. For the last few months I've hated myself and wanted to die. I wanted to crawl into the corner of my little prison cell, never come put, and hope to become nothing but a corpse.
Then Josh came to this terrible little place, dead to the world, and made me feel a lot better. Made me feel like there was a reason to still be around. Just like Ben.
I keep missing Ben though. I miss the guys who was my big brother. Though this is not what my little journal entry is about.
Today is what this place likes to call Spectacular Saturday. Minus the spectacular part. Really the only thing great about it is that we don't have any 'classes' , instead we go all sit either in the dining hall or the lounge.
The word lounge is being used very lightly. All it really is is a old green couch, three dusty recliners (can't really let the color anymore), and some art supplies.
Again art supplies is being used lightly. All we have in there is paper, some different color paper if you get there quick enough, and crayons. Just enough to let the imagination wonder without leaving the nest.
Anyway Josh and I decided to go to the lounge and do some good five year old talent. No one was in there just yet so we grabbed some paper, different colored ones(yay), and some handfull of crayons.
Since no one else was in the room besides our Watchers we got to sit on the couch. Once we put all the stuff on the couch, Josh went and got two clipboards that didn't have the clips anymore.
For awhile we sat kind of close and drew on our pink and purple paper. I for one am nothing close to a good drawer, but Josh on the other hnd was amazing. He was drawing the fence that circles the place and the senory around it. It looked pretty darn good considering that all he had were a few dull crayons.
A little more time went by and he started singing. The same on as before.
Wise men said
Only fools rush in
Even though oir Watcher were you know watching, I put my head on hia shoulder. I loved feeling his arm go up and down as he draws, as his mouth moved to sing.
But I can't help
Falling in love with you