my mom wonders where i got my smoking habit from so young. idk mom, maybe all the 90s movies we watch together.
cause gillian owens was a goddamn chimney, first of all.
sometimes I realize I was just another day at work to the workers at the ward.....but everyone in that hallway lives in deep rooted memories of mine- wrapped up in heavy emotions, whispered conversations, and angry secrets.
trays thrown. journals stolen. counters jumped. secrets shared. phone numbers hidden from staff. trauma dumped.
i remember every one of those 24 days.
but they will never remember me. hell, i never got my bedtime story i was promised... they forgot me when i was in front of them.