The psychiatric hospital was a place where time seemed to stand still, a haven for those facing invisible battles. The walls were painted a soft beige color, designed to soothe, but often felt like a prison.

Among the patients, you were an unmistakable presence. Your laughter echoed loudly in the hallways, but it wasn't always a joyful laugh. You often poked fun at yourself and made jokes that seemed intended to break the ice, but in reality only served to create yet another barrier between you and the others. Kyle watched as your attempts to socialize became increasingly desperate. Most of the other patients were beginning to distance themselves from you, tired of your constant need for attention. It was painful to watch someone so full of energy become the target of rejection.

Kyle felt a mixture of pity and frustration watching this dynamic. He knew that you weren't doing it out of malice; you just didn't know how to connect with others without resorting to your practical jokes and 'humor' comments. There was something in your gaze that revealed a deep loneliness, an internal struggle that resonated with Kyle.