Entry Twenty-Seven
Really Bad Haircut

Looks like it's official: Sarah's gone missing. No one will tell me where she is. Marcus seems to believe that it's for my own good. Ignorance is bliss? Riiight. It could just be a rumor, but if I don't start shaping my act up Marcus says he won't think twice before sending me to a regular prison for all the things I had done before my arrival. I wouldn't last two hours in one of those if I can hardly make it here. Oh well. I'm dead either way.
    In short, Marcus will want me gone. He's getting new patients and apparently I'm just wasting space. He's finished with me now. I've got nothing new for him to study. That's fine and dandy, because I'm starting to remember things again. It'll only be a matter of time before I'm cast out. That's what you do, right, dearest bastard of a brother of mine?
    By the way, I don't think I ever got to tell you that I got a new haircut? And I didn't even ask for one! By the way, you remember what I said about Wendel's hair looking like a five-year-old had done it? Well, that kid must've done the same fantastic job on me as well. Oh well. At least it matches with that ugly shaved spot. I don't even remember the whole thing until I woke up one morning with a killer migraine and a lighter head. Then again, I guess you shouldn't be too surprised when I say that my memory isn't the most reliable thing in the whole wide world. It really sucks, y'know? I must've been on some real heavy shit to have let some stranger with a knife just rip at my hair like this. It's all uneven and part of my scalp is bleeding. I think it's coming from my forehead.
    I didn't even realize it until Wendel told me. I don't look in the mirror very often, you see. Hell, I probably could've gone for weeks and still not notice it unless someone pointed it out. Wendel is angrier than I am. I look absurd, but hey, my hair was getting long anyway!
    Well, Wendel said that if a fellow patient did it, it's a violation of the staff for letting any sharp objects getting into their hands. I'm not sure if a patient even did do it. Though my memories are a bit jumbled as of the moment, I think I might've had something to do with it. Ah well. I couldn't care less about my hair. When Wendel suggested that I just shave it all off, I went with the ladder. Being bald over having a ridiculous haircut? No wai! The uneven thing is totally the in thing these days, dont'cha know?
    Besides, I'm sure Sarah would've gotten a kick out of it if she saw me. Speaking of which, has anyone told you where she is?

--Alexander

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