• Looking to the right see a relative with a newspaper, bored out of their mind.
    Look left and see a doctor talking to some relative about my illness or whatever they talk about.
    Look down past the laptop see a white blanket with 2 black straps running across,
    tying the prisoner's legs to the bed.
    Look inside my own head see a jumble of thoughts, all trying to manipulate me into doing something bad.

    In this room I see white, a burst of color rarely seen. My black hair makes the room look like a colorsplash off of photobucket.
    White walls, white floor
    white furniture
    white bed
    white clothes
    and then there's me.

    A white face
    scared
    living in a tied down white world.
    an I.V. in one arm
    the other gripping
    the bar on the side of the bed.

    A life in a white *N* squishy world:

    Wake up time 8:30.
    Monitored shower.
    Breakfast in bed
    therapy talk session
    testing removal of medication
    (sometimes)---> 1 hour in padded room.
    rest.
    12:00 lunch.
    free hour, (usually online.)
    therapy session
    3:00-4:00 visitation (usually by lucas or uncle)
    5:00 dinner
    schooling with tutor from institution
    8:00 free hour
    9:00 preparation for bed
    9:30 bed.


    DON'T GO CRAZY.

    I know this was random. but oh well.

    peace. *^)