after spending a month , not able to being talking , eating , writing ( with sucks because i want to become a writer , basically poet ) but anything do . i recall how i wore alone in the rest room , which wore good ,
how i listen to music to make the time go because i couldnt talk to anyone . after a while i begin to try some talk better with a apparatus and it took a while until i made myself , understood . i remember my first word wore fuck , which is weird because i never say swore words , just write them . how lucky my mother wore to hear my voice when i call , and fun fact we had a dr called kygo ( what kinda hospital was this - everything remind me about edm and tropical )
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