I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

Rest hour.
Best part of the day.

I get to go to the gardens.
It's nice to just sit and get away.

But when I see everybody else sitting in groups and talking, I get sad.
I don't understand why I can't have that.
Friends.

There's a gardening trowel nearby.
Maybe I could use that to finally off myself.

I would miss Brian but... we'd only known each other a few days anyway.
I'd much rather get out of this prison.

Crap, the bell is ringing.
Rest hour is over.
Oh well.

I knew I wasn't going to do it anyway.
For Brian's sake.

I am pathetic.