I made a friend. His name is Billy. He's schizophrenic.
I like to think that I help him. I'm an actual person. I have an actual voice. He can actually hear me. I'm not just a voice in his head.
I've done a lot of observing lately. There's not much to do here, so I just watch and inspect the other people here. I was at lunch observing people and that's how I met Billy. He seemed the most interesting, with his dyed-blue hair and lip ring. I knew I had to make friends here, I'm staying for another 5 months. I don't know why I'm here for so long.
Why am I here for so long?....
