Copy pasta for those who have missed the thread and are wondering where I have been:

Yes, I have been gone for a while, but however I am now back, as you see, I have spent my last three months in an mental asylum. "Why is the reason you're there?" you may ask, because I have just been different from the other kids, I have fear of the sun, I am dangerously underweight, and I have attempted to kill myself a couple of times, in which one time I almost made my left arm paralyzed for life.

My... ever so lovingly parents decided to sent me away, let other people deal with me.

And first thought that comes to my mind when I ended the building was. "My parents are going to pay for this" And hope that feeling will not be washed away by time.

Well anyway, the room I was in is not like what we've all seen on TV, the very soft, cozy room(for some reason I hoped it would be like that, but I am not crazy enough for that kind of room it seems, if there is a room like that in the mental asylum I was in).

It was more like a hospital room than anything/

I shared the room with another boy, two years older than me. It has appeared that he was in this place because of eating disorder aswell. And I thought that there weren't much ana males in the world. We became friends. It was a nice friendship. Made the time went easier and faster. I kinda... like like him, but I never told him my feelings.

Anyway, I behaved, made them believed that there was no reason that I should be there, and I got out in three months. Still going to therapy though, but that is alright... still haven't got a clue of my revenge on my beloved parents.

And that, was how I spent my winter.