Still don't know what to put here, but uh, hi I guess?

Writing is hard today, I had someone break my fingers on my left hand, 'pparently taking two pieces of bread isn't a good idea.

But! I made a new friend? I'm not quite sure if we're friends yet but hey, It'll take time, anyways! New friend guy!

He's a mute, at first I thought he was just being rude till he opened his mouth and pointed to his mouth and that's when I noticed the lack of tongue.

So he pulled out a little journal, similar to the one I'm writing in now! But he just tilted it  'so that people understand me' and drew middle fingers around it.

Apparently his name is Jonathan, he's a little younger than me but whatever, he told me he came here four years ago, involuntary, They took him to the white room (You know, the room with the table?) And started shoving needles into him, but since he was screaming and biting anyone close enough, They forced his mouth open and cut his tongue off, as a 'warning'  sick, right?

Anyways Jonathan has Th is really big hoodie that he got Evan to get him, Evan seems to really like Jonathan, he spoils him whenever he gets the chance, it's kinda cool, well, for Jonathan at least. Well- back to the hoodie! It's big enough that Jonathan can sit on his butt with his arms and legs close to his chest and he practically goes unnoticeable, it's fucking great.

Jonathan is nice, I like Jonathan, he told me he heard my yelling last night, but funny thing is, I don't remember yelling? Like I turn the large and see my handwriting informing this diary that I did actually scream out last nigh- that sounded kinky.

OH!! I was examined today, which was extremely unsettling, They checked my teeth, trying to find something and they sighed sadly when they saw nothing. They checked my nails, my skin, my back, apparently they need to injected n with a stronger dose of 120? Whatever that is.

It's kinda lonely in this room, I blame the lack of other people, it's weird. But Evan came back and told me that it'd take a while for the paints to be here, so whatever.

If I was Jonathan, Evan would have the paints immediately and probably let me- him? Outside.

Outside..?

I wonder what the outside looks like now

The ground was shaking last night, really violently, like, I almost fell out if bed violent.

I'll ask Evan about it tomorrow, I'm really tired..