I was hospitalised "against my will" last night. After I was apprehended by police in the early afternoon, they informed me that I was under Section 22 of the Mental Health Act, based on my previous actions and behaviours, which required me to be hospitalised and further reviewed by a mental professional. Because I have not been diagnosed with anything by said assessment, nor have I been detained due to one of my disorders, I believe I classify as an involuntary and mentally disordered patient.

So far I've only met and interacted with two people, J Patient and AM Patient, I think they're both ----teen, but I know AM is. It's easy for me to remember their names because of AM, my old 'friend' from school, who I'm pretty sure also had some mental health issues but I don't know that for sure. And J as in (Vtuber name) just because that's my own silly dumbass way of thinking.

"Something something something "Rubbing a blob of Play-Doh against a cheese grater""
-Funny Raccooneggs quote

I immediately clocked a girl who looked like Natsuki (Because she looked like Natsuki, because of the way she had her hair) who I now know her name is N.

I hope to become fast friends with the people here, especially since I think I might be spending a lot of time here.

I can't draw but I'll try to give a visual representation of some of the things I think about. I'll also provide a summary in English with any information I feel is relevant for the psychologists, just in case they want to look through this.

-Person with a shotgun aimed at their own head, standing in the corner of the room, shooting a hole through their face, slumped over, blood on the ceiling, eat the corpse?

-Bleeding out on the table, that's what the plastic cover is for isn't it? So it doesn't stain the table. Me personally by the way, no one will come for me.

I should talk about my dreams, maybe pick up a book on drawing so I can learn how to draw them.

I smell raw meat, I can never tell if it's an olfactory hallucination, illusion, or if that's just what the room smells like and I just hadn't noticed it before. Either way, it's intoxicating, and I want more.

I want you (her) to hurt me, stab me in the throat, make me bleed and beat what little life I have left out of me. Please, I give you (her) my permission to end my life.