Greystone Mental Hospital
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
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859
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1
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chapter 2
June 30 1987
It has been a little over a month now, and I still don’t think I have a problem. The doctor I have to talk to is a complete idiot. All he ever asks is “Brittany, how are you feeling today?” I’m locked in a nut house with people who think the see God in their mashed potatoes, how do you think I feel? I don’t have anyone come visit me. My family thinks I have completely lost my mind and ignore the fact that the doctor thinks it would do me some good if they came. I don’t care; we were never close anyway. I wish there was one person in the world that gave a damn. A girl gets lonely when the people around her barely know that they are human. I really miss Justin. I’m not sure why I miss him. He is the main reason I am in here in the first place. I can’t help but wonder things like why he wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore? What did I do wrong? I ask myself these things everyday and I can’t come up with a single answer. Maybe he just found someone who was better then me. I don’t know; I’m done liking guys for a while. Not like I have much choice locked up in this place. Maybe if I act like I have a problem they will let me out. Then I could be free from these crazy people.
No, I could never act crazy. I’m not, and if I stop and think about it, it’s not that bad here; the food is good and I have made one friend. Though I’m not sure you could call her a friend, more like someone to talk to. She is also here because she tried to kill herself. She was tired of her parents making her do things she didn’t want to do.
Ever since she was seven they made her dance 5 hours a day. She never had times for friends. Her parents were those snotty people you think are only real on TV shows. You know the type that makes their kids study and practice, instead of playing outside. She wanted to be a normal person and have friend.
June 30 1987-late after noon
I went and talked to the doctor again today. He asked the same questions and I gave him the same answers. It is really pointless to go see him. I think he is the one who has lost their mind. He didn’t even know who ruby was when I mentioned her. He said there was no one named ruby here, like I would make up my only friend here. I will tell her bout it later at dinner.
June 30 1987-after dinner
I couldn’t find ruby in the dining hall. Maybe they let her out? I doubt it; she was more crazy then me. It is getting late and they will send us to our rooms soon. I hate “bedtime”. When they lock us in, I always feel like there is someone in my room with me. Maybe I really am crazy?
It has been a little over a month now, and I still don’t think I have a problem. The doctor I have to talk to is a complete idiot. All he ever asks is “Brittany, how are you feeling today?” I’m locked in a nut house with people who think the see God in their mashed potatoes, how do you think I feel? I don’t have anyone come visit me. My family thinks I have completely lost my mind and ignore the fact that the doctor thinks it would do me some good if they came. I don’t care; we were never close anyway. I wish there was one person in the world that gave a damn. A girl gets lonely when the people around her barely know that they are human. I really miss Justin. I’m not sure why I miss him. He is the main reason I am in here in the first place. I can’t help but wonder things like why he wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore? What did I do wrong? I ask myself these things everyday and I can’t come up with a single answer. Maybe he just found someone who was better then me. I don’t know; I’m done liking guys for a while. Not like I have much choice locked up in this place. Maybe if I act like I have a problem they will let me out. Then I could be free from these crazy people.
No, I could never act crazy. I’m not, and if I stop and think about it, it’s not that bad here; the food is good and I have made one friend. Though I’m not sure you could call her a friend, more like someone to talk to. She is also here because she tried to kill herself. She was tired of her parents making her do things she didn’t want to do.
Ever since she was seven they made her dance 5 hours a day. She never had times for friends. Her parents were those snotty people you think are only real on TV shows. You know the type that makes their kids study and practice, instead of playing outside. She wanted to be a normal person and have friend.
June 30 1987-late after noon
I went and talked to the doctor again today. He asked the same questions and I gave him the same answers. It is really pointless to go see him. I think he is the one who has lost their mind. He didn’t even know who ruby was when I mentioned her. He said there was no one named ruby here, like I would make up my only friend here. I will tell her bout it later at dinner.
June 30 1987-after dinner
I couldn’t find ruby in the dining hall. Maybe they let her out? I doubt it; she was more crazy then me. It is getting late and they will send us to our rooms soon. I hate “bedtime”. When they lock us in, I always feel like there is someone in my room with me. Maybe I really am crazy?