I'm not sure if I can take much more of this. The treatment is making the hallucinations worse. I think I can turn the light of and on but... without touching it. Just if I focus enough. There's blue (lines? arcs?) things around my arm when I become upset. It's horribly painful, the guards... they hear me yet they don't do a thing. Not even tell me to shut up. God my veins, even now i can see them. I can feel every damn one, pulsing, needles, millions inside. They're as blue as the ocean... I miss the beach. The sand, the waves, the rocks, the sounds, the smell. There's nothing like the smell of the Pacific. even those pesky little flying rats called seagulls. I miss the outside so much. What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve all of this? Was it because I with... oh god I can't even remember his name. All I recollect is this enchanting sound of his voice. The rest is a blur. I barely remember anything anymore. Please, if you're reading this....Help
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The Irregular Project
Мистика(Unfinished) In the fall of 1963, when a 19 year old boy's homosexuality is discovered, he is sent to Western State Mental Hospital in Washington State in an attempt to 'fix' him. Hunter claims to be completely healthy, but due to the strange mistre...
