\\Short Stories//

6

I miss the grey-beige walls and the green/white checkered floor. I miss my roommate and the talks we'd have almost every night about both everything and nothing at the same time. I miss the other patients, especially him. I miss how nice everyone was. Like how on my first day during art therapy, one of the guys helped me through it and gave me some solid advice: even if you think it's bullshit just go with it because in the long run it'll get you out sooner. I miss that too. Everyone sucking up to the staff just so we could get out earlier. I miss the singing I'd do with my roommate and one of the other people I'd met. We all sounded good on our own, but I'm pretty sure we annoyed everyone around us. Most importantly, I miss being emotionally stable, having a schedule that we were forced to follow. It sounds weird to say, but I miss it. I do. I miss the mental hospital.