My name is Willow, I'm 17 years old, and I hate this hospital.
My therapist told me that I should write facts whenever I feel depressed or lonely.
I have a little sister, I'm a junior in high school and I hate this hospital.
A cheery nurse settled me in my room along with a girl who hears voices in her head. All the patients here have disorders and I am on the brink of insanity.
I hate this hospital.
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We Are Not Who You Think We Are
Teen FictionBringing awareness to mental health and disorders. Undergoing major reconstruction. Won't take it down while I'm editing. Be patient. Thank you. Treat people with kindness.
