Chapter 4: February 12th
My first therapy session was so excitinga failed attempt on the staff’s part to get us to open up.
I locked my lips and threw away the key. I just sat there and listened for fifty minutes. No way was I letting the psychologists into my head with everyone here. Forget it.
Rebecca opened her mouth wide and chattered away about her disorder. I didn’t really bother to listen.
Another girl complained about how she was misunderstood, someone else is trying to cope with their eating disorder. I’m just trying to focus on getting myself out of here.
The entire time I was in therapy, all I wanted to do was cut myself open go back to my room. I was bored out of my mind.
Maybe next week will go better… I doubt it though.
The rest of my day was dull. After therapy, we ate “lunch”. It consisted of a mushy orangey substance (spaghetti, maybe?) and some bread that felt like it came from a rock. Seriously, the least they can do is feed us an edible meal…
The rest of the day was boring. The nurses fed us pills, we made mundane conversation with each other and some people received calls from their parents. Not me, though.
Rebecca says that her mom misses her a lot. I wish mine did.
Whatever. The past is the past, no need to change it now.
Boredom is going to kill me. If it continues, I might need to find my razorblade… just for something to do.
Mrs Irritating Therapist, please don’t read this entry.
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Here I am again. Reading your story and what not...
Anyways. I liked this entry too. The only thing I caught was a run-on sentence:
This entry didn't make me laugh as much the last one, but I really liked the last line. It was... i don't know... good. that's not a very accurate word for how i felt about it, but I liked it a whole lot.
Keep writing.
Toodles!
~emerley
I know I should have read the other chapters first, but I didnt'. *Sheepish*
I liked this. From what I can tell the narrator obviously has some issues, especially with her parents (mother?) and probably doesn't express her feelings to well to those she doesn't know or doesn't want to know. Like the therapists for example.
I did feel that things were rushed however, and you did keep moving back and forth between tenses. A diary is a good way of expressing yourself, so that's a good idea, but just keep in mind how you are doing it. Is the person writing in the diary as life goes by them? Are they writing at the end of the day? The therapy session seemed very jumpy in terms of present and past tense.
One thing I did like was how you crossed out certain parts. This did give it a diary feel, and shows us what the narrator really is thinking.