tid tad

i miss you. fuck who am i kidding, i miss everyone... i miss my life i miss my bed, but at the same time oddly this is growing in and on and around me like this, this place, this institution, this hospital is my home. i feel safe i feel normal i feel weird outside of it. i wish that things were easier and i wish they were more difficult. i wish too much and the days drag on. i feel like i'm getting better though. i mean you can only go up from how low i go right?