My doctor fucks up with my medications, and somehow it's my fault. I don't need to be here. I'm perfectly fine. So I slit my wrist open, once. I'd been doing bad off for a while, I can assure you, and whose fault is that? Not mines, that'd be the doctor. There's really no point in me being here, so if all my insane neighbors could stay put, that'd be great. As soon as the nurses realize what a mistake it is keeping me hear, I'll be gone anyway.

They took my earrings, and my fucking holes are gonna grow in. They took my piercings, my belts, my jewelry, my lighter, my cigarettes... every thing's gone now, and I'm pretty damn sure I'm gonna climb the roof just so I can jump off it, but we're not to tell the nurses that... because they'll take it seriously, and apparently I'll end up in isolation or something...

I can already tell this place is gonna be a bucket of fun.

location: Room mood: apathetic music: Bone Crusher-Senses Fail