A nurse walked in. "Hi kendall we are moving you today. Is this everything?" She looked towards my bags. She looked nervous im unsure why though.
"Um yeah. These are all of them." I really dont know if i wanted to do this. Would it help? What would it do? My mom, the nurse and i carried all my bags down. I passed hospital rooms... These people were here because they were fighting to save their lives. I was here because i tried to end mine. I have a choice, but they really dont. When we got to the mental wing they took me to my room. The whole wing sorta looked like a house ( to make patients more comfortable i geuss) my room was very plain. Ew white. I am not good with boring i am not a boring person. It had a queen sized bed, white walls (blah), chesnut dresser, desk, nightstand, a mirror, and a closet. I shared a bathroom with someone in the room next to mine. But in my room was also a window seat. It was very pretty because it looked over the city. This was probaly my favorite place so far. TIME TO LIVEN THIS PLACE UP. Well i had to unpack my clothes first. This just made me admire my shoe collection. My blue tye dye supras, my rainbow supras, i basically had every color in vans.. Mocisanns. You name it. Of course i had hundreds of flip flops i lived on the beach for gods sake. I changed into light wash skinny jeans, a purple tank top, and my roxy flip flops. Comfort at last. I now had neon green sheets on my bed and a pink comforter. I liked pink alot but a neon pink. Natalie doesnt like pink at all. I unpacked my mac book.. Check. Charger... Check. I hung up a few pictures of Jake Miller. I was very proud of my room so far. Very.. Me ish.
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Sorry i havent done alot ive been really busy ill do 5 tommorrow morning sorry these are so short
