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After heading out and thinking about the note, I wasn't sure if I should even meet up with her, what would I benefit from it anyways. Keeping my distance from anyone in this place has been my plan ever since i got here and i'm  it's doing good at it.

Whatever it is that she wants sure isn't better than what I want. It's for the best. My Communication with people around me is cut short, only speaking to the staff and recently, James.

He's a nice guy, yet i'm aware that the only reason we talk is because this is all we have. You're given pieces and you just have to put them together and find something to keep you sane.

A clock hanging in the hallways read 1:12 PM, this days just keeps stretching out.

Our rooms were currently open so I headed there and rested on the bed. My eyes began feeling heavy and slowly I drifted into sleep.
I guess the pills were kicking in.

The banging on the room door had me on my feet quickly. "c'mon you, head to class A4" A worker said and continued walking. Class A4 was one of the art classes, art therapy.

Our therapist, Helen, usually played calming music and instructed us through painting or drawing. Apparently, it help improve our emotions.

When I passed the clock, it read 3:30 PM. Entering the class, I realized the class had started earlier and I was late so i quickly apologized and took my seat.

None of us were artists here so I guess we all felt comfortable because we all began working as soon as she told us what our assignment was.

We were supposed to creatively imagine how the effect something or someone left on us looked like, and it had to be positive. That explains why the set of acrylic tubes we were given today were mostly brightly colored.

Mixing a couple shades of red with a little black, I painted an abstract heart shape with the superior vena cava and pulmonary artery being one of the only detailed parts of it.
Random colors were mingled together to get a dark shade of grey which I used as smoke entering the vena cava, symbolizing a harmful feeling.

Then by the pulmonary artery, I painted flowers of all bright colors blooming out in all directions.

That's all I can do to explain the best was anyone made me feel.

Every negative feeling and thought was transformed into pure happiness and love.