Born, bloomed, fell, and was stepped on. A little child came, picked it up, and brought it to her mother. The mother put it in a bowl of water, where it flourished, before wilting once more.
So be the life of a cherry blossom.
I can do whatever I want now and no one can stop me.
I have problems. No one can blame me for being a bit messed up.
Now that I'm, well, officially insane.
I'm being let out of my room a lot more now. Mainly because they're forcing me to get up and do something for once in my life (yes, meant literally), now that I'm allowed...
I don't really get that. Before, they didn't know what to do with me, since no one thought I was insane but couldn't prove it either way... And I suppose no one ever found out about me. I was a secret. A little tiny mistake that'd go away if they left me alone.
But now, everyone knows. Or at least I hope so. I don't really talk to anyone unless I have to, so I wouldn't be able to find out.
Now I get to walk around a bit more. Most of the time there's someone hovering behind me to make sure I'm behaving and all, but I get to explore.
I've lived here my entire life and yet everything is so different than I expected. Well, correction, I lived in one room for my entire life. Like, a box. I almost dread going back there each night, but not so much as you'd expect. It feels like home in a twisted way.
It's bleak and it's nothing like what I've read about, but the asylum is amazing. In my view, at least. It's overwhelming, like when I went to the garden. I don't think I should write about it just yet. It's too precious and it can be my secret from you, dear diary.
I'll tell you later.