Entry One
Just Because

You know, I think I just realized something.... I have no clue where I am.
Actually, I’m sitting here in what could be considered the middle of nowhere, writing this shit as we speak and I don’t even know why. Right now I’m in the secluded courtyard that’s quite a distance away from the facility, near some kind of wood, though from what I understand I shouldn’t be. Someone should be coming by soon to take me back to my quarters. I won’t ask why. I never ask why. No one ever asks questions around here and I never know why. Mostly because I never ask. Know why?

My shrink tells me that writing is a good way to release your thoughts. I think that’s pseudo-intellectual bullshit, but that’s what I’m going to do, right here and now. It’s stupid. I don’t even know the exact date—no one will tell me even that. Fuck, I don’t even know how long it’s been since I first came here. So I’m just going to list the numbers of entries. I guess it should be good enough for me.

Everything’s so damned loud here and I hate it. Won’t help my migraines, either. Nice. Don’t tell anyone, k?

You know, that “someone” I told you about? Well, they’re calling my name. If I don’t go they’re going to go out and find me. I’m not going to let anyone know I’m actually using this, or else the doctor’s are going to ask about it. It’s hard to write about things you really want to write about when you know that someone’s just gonna look at it and hold your secrets. Me? I keep my secrets awhile longer. They can’t have them, so I’ll just hide them in these bushes. Do you mind, book? Not like anybody ever comes ‘round here, so you’ll be safe. Least, I wouldn’t think anyone checks this place. Ah well, if they do, what do I care? It’s just my life, and they’re dragging me down. One diagnosis at a

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