Same shit, and yes, I'm still doing it. I stopped for a while but I'm back to it. 

They're just so funny ok?

The two oneshots I'm working on are at very different levels.

1. Almost done, everything but the beginning is complete

2. Barely started, it's literally just the idea written down so I don't forget it.

So uhm. You'll probably see the first one quickly. 

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Anyways enough about that-

Lemme stick Shino in a mental hospital because he lowkey should be there 😁😁😁

Two fav's out of the probably hundreds I generated: 

Day 1: 

Holy fuck, they locked me up in this goddamn mental hospital. Apparently, I'm "unstable" or some shit. Well, excuse the fuck out of me for not conforming to society's boring-ass standards. I mean, who wants to be normal anyway?

They've got me on this cocktail of medications that make me feel like a walking zombie. I swear, I'm one pill away from joining the goddamn undead. And don't even get me started on the side effects. Dry mouth, blurred vision, and let's not forget the constipation. It's like they're trying to fuck up my body while claiming they're helping me. Bullshit.

Day 3: 

Today, I had a therapy session with Dr. McPrude. She thinks she's got all the answers, but let me tell you, she's clueless as fuck. She starts asking me about my childhood, my relationships, and all that typical shrink crap. I give her the runaround, cracking jokes left and right. I don't think she appreciates my dark sense of humor. Tough luck, lady.

Oh, and she dropped a bomb on me. Apparently, they've diagnosed me with a bunch of shit—bipolar disorder, anxiety, and attention deficit whatever the fuck. I don't know if I should be proud or offended. Guess I'm collecting mental disorders like trading cards.

Day 7: 

Today was the highlight of my week. Artemis, my savior, came to visit me. He brought me a stuffed unicorn and a mountain of chocolate. The guy knows the way to my heart. We laughed, we cried, and we made plans for our epic escape from this asylum.

But it was bittersweet, you know? Saying goodbye to him at the end of the visit tore me up inside. He's my rock, my sanity in this madhouse. Being without him for even a second feels like being trapped in a never-ending nightmare. But we'll get through this shit together. We'll show these so-called experts what real strength looks like.

Day 10: 

I had a little chat with Nurse Ratched today. Okay, fine, her name is Nurse Roberts, but she's got that same authoritarian vibe going on. I asked her for a sharp object, just to see how she'd react. Man, did she freak out. I told her it was to "stab myself free of this life," and she practically lost her shit.

They whisked me away to more therapy. Dr. McPrude was practically salivating at the chance to dissect my fucked-up thoughts. I played along, making jokes about my self-destructive tendencies. I swear, it's like I'm on Comedy Central, and they're the audience. Might as well make 'em laugh while they're poking and prodding at my brain, right?

Day 14: 

Today was the big day—my first day outside of this godforsaken place. Artemis came to pick me up, and we took on the world like a pair of rebellious misfits. The wind in my hair, the sun on my face—I felt alive again.

We hit up a café, and damn, that first sip of espresso hit me like a fucking adrenaline rush. I swear, caffeine should be its own goddamn antidepressant. We talked, we laughed, and we made plans for all the shit we're gonna do once I'm finally free from this asylum.

I won't lie, the stares from people were a bit unnerving. I guess they're not used to seeing someone like me—unapologetically loud, fabulously flawed. But fuck 'em. I'm not here to blend in. I'm here to shake shit up and remind the world that being "normal" is overrated.

Day 20: 

Back in this prison they call a mental hospital. The taste of freedom still lingers on my lips, but it feels so damn far away now. These walls close in on me, suffocating any hope I had left.

The meds are still being forced down my throat, dulling my senses and turning me into a walking zombie. But I won't let them break me. I won't let them take away my fire, my spirit.

I may be stuck in this shitshow for now, but mark my words, I'll rise above it. I'll break free and reclaim my life. They can lock me up, medicate me, and analyze me, but they'll never extinguish the light that burns within me.

Day 30: 

Another day in this fucked-up circus. I've lost count of the therapy sessions, the pill-popping rituals, and the condescending smiles from the staff. But you know what? They can throw all the diagnoses and medications at me, but they'll never understand who I truly am.

I am Shino, the unfiltered, sassy warrior. I may be bruised, battered, and imprisoned, but my spirit remains unbreakable. So, bring it on, you fuckers. I'll dance in the face of adversity and give this mental hospital the sassiest show it's ever seen.

Stay tuned for more tales from the madhouse. Until then, fuck the system and stay fabulously flawed.

Second one: 

Journal Entry 1: October 10th, 2023

Well, well, well, look who's back in this shithole. Yep, it's yours truly, Shino, once again locked away in this mental institution. How delightful. I can practically smell the faint scent of despair mixed with industrial-grade disinfectant. Ah, the sweet aroma of freedom.

The day started off with a bang. Literally. My head felt like it was being used as a drum kit by a hyperactive toddler. The moment I stepped foot in this godforsaken place, my senses went into overdrive. The noise, the lights, the sterile walls closing in on me—it's enough to make anyone go batshit crazy.

But hey, at least I have visitors. Artemis, my ever-patient and ever-supportive boyfriend, comes by like a beacon of sanity in this madness. He brings with him a breath of fresh air, a reminder that there's a world outside these oppressive walls. I cling to his presence like a lifeline, a flicker of hope in an otherwise bleak existence.

Journal Entry 2: October 15th, 2023

Today was a clusterfuck of epic proportions. My senses were on the verge of mutiny, and my mind felt like a rollercoaster on steroids. Panic attacks, sensory overload, you name it—I had it all. And how do these brainiacs respond? By sedating me. Yeah, because knocking me out like a tranquilized elephant is the best solution.

But I suppose there's a silver lining in every shitstorm. Artemis managed to sneak in during visiting hours, and we had a moment of intimate connection. Just thinking about it makes my heart race and my cheeks flush. It was a stolen moment of passion, a defiant act of love in a place that suffocates any semblance of individuality.

Journal Entry 3: October 25th, 2023

Let's talk about therapy, shall we? These therapy sessions are like a bad rerun of a crappy sitcom. Dr. Collins, the resident shrink, sits there with his notepad, nodding his head like a bobblehead on crack. I spill my guts, revealing my darkest secrets, and all he can say is, "How does that make you feel, Shino?"

How does it make me feel? It makes me feel like punching him in the face, that's how. But I bite my tongue and play along, because apparently, therapy is supposed to be helpful. Who am I to argue with years of psychiatric training? Oh, right, I'm the sassy, defiant, and slightly unstable Shino.

Journal Entry 4: November 5th, 2023

Today, I caused a mini-revolution in the rec room. Picture this: a group of misfits, all dealing with their own brand of crazy, gathered around a table, playing cards like we're plotting a prison break. The staff looked on in horror as we laughed, swore, and unleashed our inner chaos.

We might be labeled as "unstable," but there's a certain beauty in our madness. We find solace in each other's quirks, understanding that the world outside these walls won't ever truly comprehend us. So, we create our own little pocket of insanity, where we can be our authentic, unapologetic selves.

Journal Entry 5: November 20th, 2023

Let's talk about drugs, baby. No, not the fun kind that make you see unicorns and dance with rainbows. I'm talking about the ones they pump into us to keep us in line. They call it medication, but I call it chemical warfare against my sanity.

The pills come in all shapes and sizes, like a colorful buffet of mind-numbing substances. They promise to calm my racing thoughts, stabilize my moods, and turn me into a docile lamb. But you know what? I refuse to be a sheep in this fucked-up system. I'll take their pills, smile and nod, and spit them out when no one's looking. I'm the master of deception, after all.

Journal Entry 6: December 1st, 2023

It's time to talk diagnoses. Apparently, I'm a cocktail of mental disorders, like a walking DSM-5. Depression, anxiety, borderline personality disorder—they've slapped labels on me like I'm a clearance sale at a psychiatric clinic. But you know what? I'm more than just a list of symptoms. I'm a force to be reckoned with.

Sure, I have my dark thoughts, my moments of despair that threaten to engulf me. But I also have moments of pure brilliance, of raw passion that sets my soul on fire. So, go ahead, call me "mentally ill." I'll wear that title like a badge of honor, because it means I'm fighting against a world that tries to tear me down.

Journal Entry 7: December 15th, 2023

Today, Artemis visited me, bringing with him a gust of fresh air and a ray of sunshine. We talked, we laughed, we held each other close. It was a small taste of normalcy, a reminder that life exists beyond these stifling walls. And in that moment, I felt whole again.

But the clock struck visiting hours, and Artemis had to leave. As he walked away, a wave of longing crashed over me, leaving me yearning for more. I despise this place, this separation that tears us apart. But I cling to the hope that one day, we'll break free from this prison and build a life on our own terms.

Journal Entry 8: December 31st, 2023

As the year comes to an end, I reflect on my time in this mental purgatory. It has been a whirlwind of emotions, a rollercoaster ride through the depths of my mind. I've experienced highs and lows, moments of rebellion and fleeting fragments of joy.

But one thing remains constant: my determination to defy the expectations placed upon me. I am not defined by this place, these diagnoses, or the drugs they shove down my throat. I am Shino, a sassy, sarcastic, and resilient soul, ready to conquer the world once I step beyond these walls.

So, here's to a new year, a new chapter, and a renewed sense of defiance. I'll keep scribbling in this journal, capturing my thoughts and experiences, as I navigate the labyrinth of my mind. And one day, mark my words, I'll emerge stronger, bolder, and unapologetically me.

Journal entry concluded.

So ihm yeah.

What did we learn today?

Shino's an unstable, sneaky little bitch. 

6 more days of school somebody help 💀