The dark gray of my room's walls is a reflection of my emotions. Empty and soulless. As I pace around my 'bedroom' floor I wonder if you would be happier without me. Happier without me to worry about since they won't let you visit anymore. Sometimes I think I am sick in thinking that you would miss me. When you clearly wouldn't. Do you still think about me. About the way I used to hold you as you fell asleep. Or when we used to stay up late with bowls of ice cream just enjoying each others company. I hope so.
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Diary Of A Twisted Mind
FanfictionDan Howell is in the psychiatric ward after going crazy. This is his diary.
