mental

i miss the mental hospital. i was happy in there with my friends eating fries for dinner and coloring until my hands hurt. smelled of crayons and fresh air in there. and i loved laying in the grass while the sun shined on me. i felt peaceful. like i mattered. like life had a purpose and i need to live. but im glad im not in there anymore because its better to live freely. i dont recommend going to a mental hospital to most people.