Hello all

I have been doing really well in the hospital. I still have my moments but I think they are lessening. People keep telling me to somehow get my poetry into the world in a hard copy so I think I'll make that a project to complete. Hopefully it'll help me get my mind away from my suicidal thoughts. I hope so.

I think the hardest part of whatever I have is that I don't know what is going on in my head unless I'm in the moment of writing, so all the pro's I talk to think I lie all the time. It also doesn't help that I'm really friendly around people and am extraverted around people I know so I look really cheery and happy and full of life. Another point on which my staff, doctors, psychologist, therapist and teacher all agree that I'm probably faking. I can't wait to be out of there, to say the least. At least the patients are pretty much all nice. Though I guess I'm not supposed to become friends with them, lest they influence me badly down the road or something like that.

Never hurts to make friends.

Unless they are inside my head, in the opinion of many people.



Be prepared for a bunch of death, sad, angst-ridden poetry guys. I probably sound like a teenager, but that's what I am so it's fine. I just feel hollow. Like there is nothing inside my chest cavity area.