Today I was told by my doctor, one of many, that I should write out my feelings and fears. One might think the doctor gives a fuck about me and wants me to be happy and healthy. But no. I'm pretty sure the old guy only wants me to write this out in case I get worse and forget who I am or some crap like that. So here I am, Tabitha Morgen, writing to you from room 301 in beechwood mental facility.All Rights Reserved