Amore Institute

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Welcome to Amoré Institute
A hospital for suicidal teenagers

January 15th—

They tell me I’m getting better; they tell me I improve every day, but how coume I’m still here? I hate this place. The dark shadows that play on my walls keep me awake at night. I hate the people here, the nurses with their fake smiles and their false words. My mother visits every Saturday. Visiting day. I always look forward to her visits, maybe this week she’ll take me back home. She never does.

Stuck here at Amoré Institute, sometimes I wonder if you just have to give love a try…