Res

I arrived at a residential facility today, The people are nice but the thoughts scream profanities my overalls get looser as the day goes on, and I feel like I'm shrinking, but maybe that's a good thing my mind is a sullen cloud, heavy with the weight on my shoulders I sit in a chair unable to think, they may think I'm disgusting too the echoes exacerbate the evil spirit that eggs on my eagerness to escape never have I felt so welcomed, yet so alone I scream and suffer in silence.