Hospital

I really hate hospital. I hate the smell. I hate that white ceiling those lights. Those nurse , those doctors.

But im thankful to them. But as soon as they saw my medicines in my bag they began to look at me with pity. With disbelief. Doc Lavape said, " nak kailan pa?" i cant help but to stare at him . The nurses just look at us asking " anak mo doc?" they didnt realize what that medicine for, fluoxetine. As soon as people realize what does that medicine do they look at me and ask things

But now, i dont hate everything. This is not permanent I know. Doc. Hernandez just burst in the door and look at me. As soon as they finish giving me the first aid for my dizzy , we went to his office. Asking me what's wrong and i couldnt answer cause my tongue is still numb.

We started our talk therapy. He's still the same. Hindi ko ata sya doctor nagagalit madalas sakin e haha. but still im thankful to this father figure to me. Then he ask me again what's wrong. Then i couldn't answer , i dont have any right answer. I dont want to be a burden anymore.

if i die will this end?no it wont. my mom's gonna cry, my friends going ask themselves why they didn't notice. im so sorry if i didnt tell you. because thats who i was. i've been shut down many times by the people who i love.