🪡 . state: Wyoming. | ’79. | · 9 PM.

𖧁 ୧ you're tired of all this, feeling like michael myers at this rate. every staff here telling that 'they can fix you', though they actually doing the opposite. you killed at young age, diagnosed schizophrenia, split personality, bipolar disorder and.. hypersexuality. ew. you're gross. go take shower.

let's be real, you killed for revenge only few people, other for fun, you escaped this hellhole few time times, they catched you. you tried to strangle your roommate, you.. ain't succeed, bein' transferred to a solitary ward. all that silence, loneliness, it was making you even more insane than you already are. you were suffering one on one, face to face with your hallucinations. — you were a fucking lunatic, paranoid. but you ain't special, dear. you aren't. there's lot people with life worser, so keep drowing in the feeling of 'I'm much worser'. suffocate. hell, you tried to twist your neck, too bad you were in straitjacket. who cares? duh, no one.

they keep you to make you suffer even more, 'till you die.

what now? nothing. just come up with something witty, there's ain't no pink glasses, hero.