Yellow

?from bad to
worse. The only place I could really escape to was up here. My halfway
house. I can see the solitary light on and every now and then a shadow
passes. But, I am invisible, most of the time at least. That's one of
the things that always puzzles me. How you can be invisible, completely
unnoticed until that one moment where you do something utterly
embarrassing, begin going red and frantically looking for the hole to
swallow you up. I don't worry most of the time, with the ward. Nobody
would care if I was an idiot. It's why I'm here in the first place
isn't it?

I never
explained that, did I? Well I'm not going to now. It's too cold up here
to think about that, and my fags nearly burnt out. so I'll have to find
another one, and by the time I've done that they will have noticed I'm
missing and put me on five minute checks or something equally
degrading.

This
is my only sanity. The wide open sky and rooftops. But to them it's my
great flaw, along with vivid imagination and chronic depression. All
part of what I have. All part of what makes me different.

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">They put us in a
group. The borderlines. Say were the same, to help us. But I am not
like any of them. Lily, Alex and Julian. All special in their own way.
And I like them. But there not like me. No.

style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Today Nurse Kelly told me I might have
to move. I said didn't want to but?