today I came to the conclusion that I will never calm down because I was isolated. isolated because he’s afraid, and I partly understand why, but it’s hard…

today I understand that I am no longer destined to live the life I lived before because summer is my time, which I want to spend as I want, with whom I want, and where I want…

and suddenly I realize that I can’t move from the place, and apparently, they will “take care” of me until my death 🙁

…. suddenly, I run out of words, and they think that I am still angry and did not realize what they are doing and doing to me. and they offer me the “way out” of going to the hospital….

and what (why) will be better for me there?