Dear Diary,
I really don't see the point in writing in you, I've been fine these past 26 years. But Dr. Nancy says this is a good way to document emotions. You know, Dr. Nancy has truly been a blessing to have in my life. Her Youtube channel keeps me feeling sane and if I were a celebrity with my own reality show, I would hire her to help me redecorate my messy life. I think people would get a kick out of watching me cry on top of my pile of plastic water bottles, which I call bed.
So anyway, today I had hummus and pita at the psych ward. I know what you're thinking Diary, "Omg is this a nut case writing inside me?", and the answer is no. I'm not a patient at Saint Valentine's hospital. I'm a recreation worker. I spend my days bringing joy to the patients. I spend my days bringing them sanity. We play games, dance, and have a blast. I basically have to throw a party for the patients everyday. My job feels like a party. My job is a party.
Where was I going with this? Oh yes, so I had hummus and pita by myself for lunch. I wanted to sit with Derwin, Conny, and Penny, but they seemed fine by themselves. Plus, I really don't like people. But sometimes, I feel like being social because it's like an itch. It lasts for a short while, and I try not to scratch it too much, because then I just want to keep scratching. I don't know if what I'm saying makes sense.
Well, I had a good day regardless. I played tennis and munched on fried celery when I came home. And I currently have cotton balls stuffed inside my ears. After a loud and noisy day, I just like to sit and be at peace. My dog Spandex is begging me to take him outside, and my feline Felix needs his dinner. Good-bye for now diary.
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Vatika's Diary
General FictionVatika is 26 and works at the psychiatric ward at Saint Valentine's hospital. She's trying to improve her life by starting a diary. But will having a diary help her?
