Dear Diary

Dear Diary

07/11/2009

Now one believes me about the other night, just because I'm admit to mental hospital. Honestly I don't have a clue why I am here. They probably think I'm nuts, a sycophant. I'm NOT, they are. Lock people inside all day, that's what drives people nuts. "It's for your own good." That's what they tell us, they don't have a clue of what's best for us. Why can't they just be run over by a buss?

It kills me! Not be able to go outside whenever I want. I don't have any friends, all of them disappeared when I was admitted here. It's quite funny to think of that I wans was normal, an ordinary girl just like anyone else. Now I'm stuck here with mad people. Life sucks.

I don't know what to do anymore, the only thing I want to do is to disappear. Go away and never come back, be gone forever.

It's not like anyone would notice. I'm lonely child and my parents died two years ago in a terrible car crash. Two years... That's about have long I've been here. I am writing this diary of a cause, it is the only thing I have. All my thoughts and feelings are here. It's kind of the only 'thing' that would listen to me, what I have to say. It's something I can lean on. Instead of crying, I write me feelings, problems and thoughts in this book. And maybe someday I'll wouldn't need it. Maybe...