Just Sleep

I never liked the color white. Many reasons pop up as I think more on the subject of the color itself. It's sameness, brightness, ability to stain, limited time to wear it in fashion stages, too many shades of it. I think the one that really send it off the rail onto my hate list must be the fact that I'm surrounded by it 24/7 and If I'm not then I'm either sleeping, in my room, or outside on the rare days my caretaker remembers me. I've spent most of my life in this place, Bellville's institution for the mentally ill and suffering. No visitors, no-nothing.

Its like my own personal isolation amongst the isolated

Frank Iero. The one by I remembered from my long forgotten brothers band. He fell apart after the band split and admitted himself in here about a year later. So now one September the 13 he walks around my kingdom of isolation observing the faces of the mindless patients around us. Wether they are mumbling to themselves or completely quiet, he analyzes them all including myself believe it or not.

most patients are given wrist bands to classify their illness, name, ability to take care of self, estimated time of removal, and when they were admitted.
Purple-insanity-usually wearing a straight jacket
green-multiple personality disorter-bordeine personality disorder-or the multi-headers as we call them
red-PTSD
blue-sever anxiety
orange-bi-polar depression
Yellow-depression
and last but not least
white.
or in other words-suicidal

if you couldn't guess already I had white and for the first time in forever someone else had white too.

Notes

Sooo...yea? I haven't been active much and this kinda popped up in my head