Chapter 3.

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10/22/23 🧘‍♀️

- Mental hospital, Cafeteria

I hate being here still. I had an anxiety attack last night and-- Update the second day being here and I already hurt myself. I bent my finger nail outward and I started bleeding a bit. The nurse put a bandaid over it and I kept pushing the top of it down into the blood, I'm trying to act A-Ok so then I can leave as soon as possible. I wonder what savannah is doing right now, I miss my phone so badly and I feel so bad for my older brother because no one sung him happy birthday or even gave him presents.

I ruined his birthday completely.

The only pro of being here is that I can peacefully write in my diary without someone looking over my shoulder or asking "Whats wrong" or "Can we check on you" like no you cannot. /j.

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