Under false pretenses I've been shlepped from "unit" to "unit" for months and months at a time. For nearly over a decade I've been arguing with my parents (mostly my mother but also my dad) I'm not crazy. I tell them nicely to "please Look at the Bigger Picture". And they do. But they have people tie my hands back and spoon feed me medicine. I am left powerless and have no where to turn to but my room. Where I would stay until I'd get bored and leave and chat and leave and leave for good, having accomplished very little. In the year of 2024 I go to a place called Rose Hill. It's dark and unsettling. Amidst an ocean of suffering I experience winter, buckle, and leave. I go to another place called The Second Chance Program where I follow around a shocked fish boy and then kiss one with glasses. Now I write the story and picture the end of the movie.