Day 10
I woke up today. Yes, that's the start, no angels seem to have fallen by my bedside, but that's alright, there are no devils either. It's a normal day, which could be confused for a boring one too, and you wouldn't find me correcting you, for perhaps it is one, boring and monotonous. It's nearly been 10 days of my stay here, wherever I am, and it's true that I hate this place a lot less than what I used to initially. But that's no magic, that's what happens, I guess, feelings subside, be it the good or the bad. And that's to say, I don't love it any more than I did either. But so long as I'm staying put, it works. Now as I write this, and as you may read it, probably, hopefully, it should be clear to us both, neither knows what they are doing right about now. I'm typing this because I've nothing better to write about, and yet I want to, because that's how madness works, I guess. Also this is a conscious effort to distance mysel...