December 1st, 2013; 4:23 am.
Dear Luke,
I haven't slept at all since I got here. I told them that I'm going to write you a letter everyday still. I don't know if they will even send them, or if they will read them, or what. I don't care though. It feels like when I used to vent to you, and it calms me down a little bit.
These people's idea of a "padded room" is not even close to what an actual padded room is. It's basically just a little cell with walls and floors that are softer than what they would usually be. It has a bed, sink, and a toilet. That's it.
I think they're too scared to put anything in here. They're afraid I'll use anything as a weapon to hurt myself. They got my past out of me after a couple of hours.
I don't think this is temporary.
I just realized it's exactly 31 days until New Years Day. Exactly 114 days until what would've been our two years together.
I need to stop thinking about you. I just can't.
Also, I'm tired of signing my name. I hate hearing it, because when someone says it, or I think it, it's always in your voice. I told everyone to call me 'a'.
-a
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