Slouched in the chair in the corner, donning the pale blue they give everyone when they're admitted. It's our safety policy here at immanuel, everybody does this, it's not just you. Misspelled his first name on the first try, there's no 'h' in it. If you're going to put a band on my identity, at least make sure it's an accurate representation. No shoes, so you can't leave, so you can't hurt yourself. Stand out of your shoes, your own shoes are a danger to yourself, you're a danger to yourself. Wear our socks, they're designed so you don't slip. Now you look the part of admittance. But what are we admitting? The problem, the issue, that something is wrong here, you, your life, your thoughts and actions are wrong. We admit that we can't do this alone, we need professional help. We've lost the ability to cope by ourselves... the first step is admitting. - This is just me getting current thoughts out. And this happened to be the most readily available place, so... i may or may not actually turn this into an actual fan fiction... we'll see... i feel weird writing about it and fictionalizing it, so i dunno...