i checked in to a mental hospital, and as it happened, 1 of the people checked in at the same time was called george

george understood me and every day we spent hours talking- he revealed he suffered a lot of the same stuff as me

1 day he asked if he could take me out to the park, and promised me he'd look after me- he told me that when ever my agoraphobia got too much, we'd head back

so we ended up not at the park, but at the nearby bar getting drunk- it was a wild night indeed

then we staggerd back to the hospital and collapsed before we even made it far- and by the next morning, he'd been released and he was gone and i cried to the nurses

it was weird but wonderful at the same time.. shame their's no one in the living world who cares about me.