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October 29 I haven't written because I've been in solitary. I must've lost control or something, but I launched myself at that girl who killed her husband and tried to scratch out her eyes and render her face unrecognizable. Her eyes will be okay, but her face was bleeding pretty badly when they dragged me off of her. I cackled when they pulled me down the hallway. I must be going mad, then. Oh well. It should be expected.

Posted by: Skeletons of the Mind Tue Jan 04, 2011 @ 01:59am



October 22 Yesterday, two nurses dragged be back to that horrid doctor. He poked me and prodded me and when no one else was in the room, he began to slap me across the face. I was screaming and crying, but screaming seems like a regular occurence here, so, of course, no one took any notice. They just thought I was another one of the crazies. He injected something into my arm, and it hurt like Hell. I hope it does more good than harm, but when you're stuck here, you are most likely overly optimistic. I can't stand this place. It smells like death and urine and unwashed bodies. It's never silent; there are always always the sound of screams from both the patients and the nurses. The food it disgusting. First of all, you have no clue what is in it. Second, we have no utensils or plates or napkins. They dump it on the table and expect us to paw through it like the starving wild animals they force us to be. I almost want to say I want to go home, but that's almost even more frightening.

Posted by: Skeletons of the Mind Tue Jan 04, 2011 @ 01:54am

~I took my baby's breath beneath a chandlelier of stars and atmosphere, and watched him disappear into the Midnight Show.~

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