Hello, my name is Elizabeth James and this is my story. The story of how I ended up here, in this crazy house, otherwise known as the mental hospital. Two years ago is when it all started. I moved here, in Los Angeles, CA from Queens New York. I've always been the shy kid. The one that's in the back of the room that never says a thing. The one that has many secrets but never tells a soul. You never know who you can trust anyways. They made this facility for "crazy" people like me, but truth be told... the whole world is a mental wreck, but your eyes just don't see past the pretty faces.
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