Hi Diary, it’s me again. I don’t know why I refer to you like a person, but I do. Might be associated with the feeling that you were once owned by someone else, and are now in my possession. Maybe, I’m not referring to you like a person. More like a pet perhaps. Either way, hello again. I guess I should update you on what’s been happening.
It’s been a few months since my last entry. I actually forgot I had this journal. I found it under my hospital bed covered in dust. I should probably get a dust jacket for it - I heard that the particles can be damaging to the binding or something. Eh. I doubt the ward staff would let me have one. They might think I’d try to hurt myself with it or something, which wouldn’t be helpful for me anyway even if I was suffering, because then I’d have to talk about it at one of those dumb meetings.
Speaking of those, there was something mildly interesting happening at last week’s meeting. Yeah, we still all talk about how we feel, and all that sappy stuff. But there’s a new girl in the ward, who we were all commanded by our White Coat Overlords to welcome. We all gave a monotonous “Hello” as she looked down shyly. We were told her name is Sarah, and we should all be nice to her. Not an issue, but if you ask my opinion - which you always seem to be, Diary - she seemed more bothered by the attention all being directed to her in unison, and the doctor ordering the group around about her like she was some sort of animal. She was just going through the Newbie Cycle. New place, new people, strange experience. She’ll be alright soon. They do that to everyone though, and sometimes it makes me wonder if we’re all thought of like that, and if we really are just animals in cages.
As for me, I’m still perpetually okay. No new swings of emotion or sudden revelation about my purpose and meaning in life. I do a lot of thinking though, and so does everyone else when your presence of existence is a nearly empty square of paleness. Lately, I’ve been thinking about the last friend I had in High School, before I got taken out for home-school and my sister filled that role. His name was Jeremiah, and we were both misfits in society. I guess that’s what drew us together. We were both interested in video games and sci-fi, and card games. His family was emotionally and physically abusive, and he had severe ADHD with no support from anyone. I guess the reason why we were such good friends, was that I never bothered to ask about his personal life, or what was happening. Just “What’s up, how’s things goin’” and other stuff like that. If he wanted to talk, then we’d talk. If not, then we’d just sit and chat idly till we had to go to class. I guess it granted him some reprieve by whatever was going on in his life. I guess I feel good that I could help him somewhat in that way. I hope he’s doing well.
That’s all I really have to report on now, Diary. I think it’s getting late, which means it won’t be long till lights out in the ward. I never cared much for it anyway, and I don’t think the White Coats do either, considering most of us are fairly harmless and quiet. Unfortunately, because all I have to do is write in this journal, and I soon won’t have enough light to do so, I should probably prepare myself for sleep. Tomorrow will be more of the same, but I won’t complain if something out of the ordinary does happen.
Till next time, Diary. - Aiden
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