unstable life

(Read the description first before you start writing, otherwise you won't understand what's going on)
Eugene sat on the floor of his hospital room, sighing and looking out the window through the bars. He wasn't entirely pleased to be brought here, even though he was an ordinary guy, like everyone else.
or maybe not?...(or maybe it really isn't?!)
He cut out little paper figures with scissors after lunch. The food was good, but it wasn't exactly awful, and it wasn't exactly amazing either, but it was tolerable (not fucking unbearable, just fucking disgusting, not unbearable!). The staff, while not the most polite, were patient with his screams and hysterics, which sometimes occurred due to the side effects of the medications. They never sedated him, as he wasn't a particularly problematic patient (of course, he's a first-class quiet one, after all).
(And you're probably wondering: how did he end up there? Well, I'll answer. He was in a mental hospital, where he ended up because of a fucking psychologist he talked to in college. He was asked to talk to him, and that's what happened. Eugene resisted like everyone else, not understanding why or how. But he had to accept it.)
Thank God, Eugene was visited by his friends: Luke, Joy, Oliver, and Michael, whom he'd met by chance and become friends with. Leo also visited (I made him up, so don't judge him harshly, and if you don't like him, I don't care), which made Eugene happy that he hadn't been forgotten.
Eugene also didn't like that he was told every time that ghosts were his hallucinations and that these were just his inventions and thoughts caused by a lack of attention in childhood and adolescence and many other reasons, but it was all untrue