Entry 11- Dec 12, 2018
Dear friend,
Nothing is the same. I'm starting to remember a bit more and more. I sound like a broken record, but its true. I've been ignoring my journal because I've been in deep thought while listening to music and sitting outside when I'm allowed to. It's weird. I'll write more on it when I can get all these thoughts processed.
Ruth Ann said its good to get out for a while, but I should be writing down my thoughts. I just don't want to share certain aspects yet. Kyle came by today and gave me a crunch bar, peanut butter, and a bottle of strawberry milk. We enjoyed it together while he smoked his cigarette. It was nice to just feel like I was on another date.
Good news is that I think I'm on good terms with this facility, so I get my door back. However, I'm getting a roommate tomorrow. Kind of nervous...
Wish me luck.
With love,
Stanley Marsh
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Dear Stan Marsh
FanfictionArt by: Burquillos (via tumblr) Edited to become cover by me. Stan Marsh is 19 years old and suffering from depression and self-harm. He has been for a few years now, and it's become too much. Thanks to those around him, he's on the road to recovery...
