Wrote this one at the doctor's. I fucking hate it there. I have the shittiest psychiatrist.
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it stinks of disinfectant and i feel like my lungs have been filled with chemicals. cheap plastic chairs are making my neck ache, and the door screeches each time a doctor passes through.
unwanted, worn, yet still glossy and bright magazines lie on the otherwise empty tarnished wooden table.
the floor looks like somebody ate a hundred willow pattern china plates and then vomited everywhere. a disgusting mess of plastic blue fragments makes up the ugly glittery sheets put down as a substitute for floorboards or carpet.
white.
the walls are white. the ceilings are white. the lights are shining like glowing neon angels that are trying to blind me.
white like heaven, but suffocating and terrifying and not liberating in the slightest.
i'm stuck in these constricting, sanitary rooms forever.
