I realize that I should not be craving the chicken nuggets they served at dinner in the psych ward.
But I do.
I know I shouldn't wish I could return to the peace and quiet of an empty room and crisp white sheets.
But I do.
It is clear that I should not miss the assurance of being checked in on every 5 minutes.
But I do.
I am aware that I should not want to paint ****** pictures every night or eat half baked cupcakes or waste away my day reading the same book.
But I do.
I should yearn for the break from reality.
But I don't, I fear it.
And that is why I'm out here and not still in there.