DAY 1

I arrived at Kwangjo Hospital today. It's very nice here. And very clean. The doctors look friendly, and the nurses, friendlier. I think I'll like it here.

Oh, wait. This is not the proper way to begin a journal entry.

Hello. My name is Cho Kyuhyun, but everyone just calls me Kyuhyun. I am sixteen years, eleven months, three hundred sixty-three days, nine minutes, and forty-five seconds old. Forty-six...forty-seven...forty-eight. People tell me I'm smart, but I know I'm not. I know I have a problem.

I am autistic.

This was not okay with my parents and my big sister. My parents decided it'd be better if I spend the rest of my life here, away from them, and away from society. I nodded and said okay, because I just wanted my parents to be happy. And they did seem happy once I walked into this building. If they're happy, then I'm okay. Everything's okay. People like me aren't actually permitted to stay here, but my parents are rich, so they paid a lot of money, I guessed, and well...

Here I am.

I'm playing Starcraft while writing. I'm good at multi-tasking. I like Starcraft.

I wonder if I'll make any friends here.

Oh, that's impossible. I remembered--I'm not good at making friends.

That's okay though. I lived my whole life with no friends, and I'm still okay.

Everything's okay.