Hope is an illusion meant to convince the broken to keep on living. That’s me. Broken. My father pays heaps of money for doctors at the Norfolk Psychiatric Center to fix me. I’ve spent six months of my prime teenage years at this residential facility – a place for teenagers who’ve gone mental. That’s me.
Hope is an illusion meant to convince the broken to keep on living. That’s me. Broken. My father pays heaps of money for doctors at the Norfolk Psychiatric Center to fix me. I’ve spent six months of my prime teenage years at this residential facility – a place for teenagers who’ve gone mental. That’s me.
Hope is an illusion meant to convince the broken to keep on living. That’s me. Broken. My father pays heaps of money for doctors at the Norfolk Psychiatric Center to fix me. I’ve spent six months of my prime teenage years at this residential facility – a place for teenagers who’ve gone mental. That’s me.
