August 14
There are so many things in this world that are evil. There are rapists, murderers, satanists, bystanders, so many things. So many people. I am not one of them, but even so, I lay behind a locked door of solitude with nothing to do. I was not crazy when I was dumped into this mental hospital. I was a healthy well behaved child. Obviously, my parents hadn't said "hey, Louise, let's go get some ice cream and on the way we'll drop you over by the asylum.", It doesn't work like that. It was months of bullshit before I finally needed a little escape of my own. Little did I know that my parents were looking for any way to put me in this shithole. They finally had caught me smoking pot at Jenny's house, and I guess you know what happened next. I guess my parents were done playing with there old toy.
I guess my story isn't as bad as most that I've heard while being in here, but I'm allowed to feel sorry for myself. I guess I just got really tired of all this "stay strong" shit. My heart is kind of done now. I'm over all of my doctors and psychiatrists. They should have already let me out but, my sonofabitch parents just keep paying for more trails then I can count. Well, it's been a shitty day as usual. Bye for now.
August 15
It's hot as balls here. Even if I am inside I can feel the heat from the windows and, the nurses won't turn the air on. In art therapy I drew a flower. I have been told I am quit a talented artist and everyone crowded around like kindergartners looking at animals in a zoo. I didn't enjoy the attention. After I had noticed the chaos I just pretended to have a little fit and soon enough the nurses cleared my space. Sometimes, I guess they can be helpful.
August 16
Sitting with absoloutly nothing to do here can make a sane person insane. It might be peaceful at first, but after a while the days get ten times longer and you find that simply watching someone play with there hair can become entertaining. I say this because Angela (a girl I never knew well) came to me today and told me her story. Most people in here do that for some reason. At first I wanted to tell her to go away, but as she started, surprisingly, I was hooked. She told me all about the fun acid trips she had been on. Then she started bauling to the point in which I couldn't hear her well. I just sort of got up and left, and that was the only highlight of my week. Wow, that's kind of depressing.
