Medicine // Oliver Sykes

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Dear Gwen.

This place is terrible, the food is terrible, the people are terrible, and the medicine is terrible. I feel like the medicine isn't doing anything, just making things worse. I continue to take it, barely getting it down without throwing it up. I refuse to eat what they call food here. I refuse to participate in activities. I refuse to socialize with others. 

All I do is sit in the corner of the room and keep my head down, Ignoring anyone who goes near me. I try to be nice, but that always fails. I nearly punched a nurse today, and I felt guilty. She just wouldn't stop talking about me behind my back with the other nurses! It felt like school all over again. The bullying, the tormenting, the jokes that aren't funny to others, the terrible food, the terrible people, the closed spaces, and the depressing atmosphere. 

It hurts for me to say this, but if I don't get out soon, then I will snap and take my own life.

I'm sorry, Gwen. 

But it's the truth.

From,

Oliver.

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oh shit