Dream.

I started smoking. I was at Kempsville High school. My parents made me go to the hospital. So I had to ride my bike from school to the hospital. I got really lost and couldn't find it. I kept smoking. I was smoking throughout like my whole dream. I finally got there after hours of riding my bike in circles. I didn't go inside, I just sat on the stairs leading up to it. A patient sat next to me. He was around my age with black shaggy hair and he was wearing those paper clothes you wear when you get surgery or whatever. He kissed me on the head and left after sitting there for a while. He also gave me this big poster of pictures and I moved one of the pictures and underneath was a message to me. I don't remember what it said something kind.
I went inside and everyone was so nice.
I really want to go there right now. It wouldn't be so bad. School hasn't started yet. I don't really care if I miss school anyway. I don't care if I fail this year.
Right now I don't really give a shit about anything.
I will do anything to feel better. I hate this. It came out of nowhere.