You sat in the back corner of the lunch tables, staring blankly at your breakfast. You still couldn't believe you got admitted into a psychiatric hospital. "I knew I was too honest with my therapist.." You grumbled to yourself in your head.

The table you sat at was empty, most tables being filled with people eating by themselves or with their friends. You kept staring at your tray until you noticed someone sit next to you at the table. You glanced over to see a man around your age. He didn't say anything and just started eating his breakfast, not even giving you a glance.