...wow. A mental hospital. I was in therapy today and there's a little question sheet I need to fill out; it determines how depressed I am. 10 or above means you either have mild or severe depression...I scored 12. My therapist recommended that I go to "AmberWing." She said it's some kind of "institution", which I think is complete bullshit. She just doesn't want to say "mental hospital" in front of me, I know it. She said she's "worried" for me because I said I have no hope for getting better. I don't believe a word she says. And my mother, when she heard this, she said "it was a lot to take in." Lies. She already knew. She already knows I'm depressed. Though, I kind of want to go to "AmberWing." I heard it's a beautiful $6,000 dollar building. Even so, I don't want to leave all of my friends like leafyishere_wifu, or duraburr, or Odd_Potato, or even LizarDragon. I'd miss them all, even if I didn't get to be really close with most of them.