**I just started writing this. *shrugs* Rated for mild cursing **
January 1, 2016
So here I am writing this, just like the stupid therapist told me to. Of course, give the suicidal girl a pretty pink notebook, tell her to write in it every day like it's some diary you write your crushes in and everything will be fine. I mean, it's not like I'm crazy or something. I'm just so bored of life. There really isn't any point to it. Religion is bullshit. History is bullshit. The future is bullshit. Everything just sucks. I'm not one of those religious psychos who kill themselves thinking that they're going straight to heaven or someone who's going to suicide bomb someplace for like 100 virgins or some crap like that. I'm just bored.
January 2, 2016
This “treatment center” is so boring. Gosh. I'm starting to regret my attempt at death. At least when I was home I could watch TV or something. Here it's like the only thing you can do is eat with only a spoon (so us mentals locked up in here won't cut ourselves), sleep or go to group therapy and sob about our lives. The people here are mad wacky. There's one girl who like whispers about flowers and mermaids and stuff. She was supposed to be my “buddy” so I could get used to life at the Greendrift Treatment Center but I was a little scared of her and got used to it on my own. What kind of name is that anyway? Greendrift? Sounds like a hippie convention. Oh, look the nurse is here. Time for therapy. Fun, fun , fun.
January 3, 2016
This isn't working. I'm still really bored. Therapy today was horrendous. The crazy mermaid girl had a breakdown and the guards carried her out screaming about how the mermaids were going to save her. Another inmate-oops I mean “resident” told me she tried to drown herself at the beach. Figures. Well it's time to get my zombie pill. When are these doctors are going to realize that the drugs aren't working?
January 4, 2016
Well I seemed to have made a friend. Yup. Very surprising, I know. His name is Arnold. And wouldn't you know it! He also tried to kill himself! Well, with a name like that, anyone would try to kill themselves. Now we have two things in common, we hate this freaking place and we both tried to kill ourselves. This may be the start of a bea-u-tiful friendship. Another one of the residents had a meltdown today. This guy was a true psycho, he tried to like kill himself by stabbing himself like 30 times or something. People like that give Greendrift a bad name. No actually the founder did! Haha. Bad pun. You can just ignore that...
January 5, 2010
Well. I think I just might die from boredom. There really isn't anything to do here. God damn it, I hate my parents. Of course, they'd be oh so willing to drag me here at the very beginning of the year. For my “New Years Resolution”. I'm cooped up in a funny farm while my parents and sister are having yacht parties. That's definitely fair. Screw you, mom and dad.
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