Day Four. Still locked in this sad excuse for a hospital, a hospital that is supposed to help people and support them, not drain them of their essence.
I knew I shouldn’t have made that suicide threat. I knew the potential consequences, given my history, but I did it anyway.
Don’t ask me why. Maybe I was just bored. Maybe I wanted attention. Hey, it’s not my fault my ex is a cheating and conniving asshole.
If he didn’t fucking break up with me so many times and fucked with my mind, I wouldn’t even be here right now.
It’s his fault I’m locked up. It’s his fault I’m fucking depressed. FUCK YOU, BILL!
Anyway, whatever the reason, whoever’s fucking fault it was, it brought me back here. Once again. Maybe this time, they’ll let me finish my fucking puzzle.