Oct 2014
July 8th - Where am I? What is this place? Why do I remember everything & nothing all at the exact same time?
July 14th - This is a place where the dying go to; I don't understand.
July 24th - I feel this sort of pain, but it's nothing I can't handle.
August 1st - I miss my pillow the most.
August 17th - I don't know how I ended up in here. I don't know how I ended up like this.
August 20th - I was created to please, yet lived to only disappoint.
August 21st - I'm so cold. They don't have blankets in this room. Just walls.
August 22nd - Why hasn't anyone came to visit me? Why doesn't anyone care?
August 24th - I can't breathe. These walls turned into a face mask & I can feel myself slowly disintegrating.
August 28th - A cookie may be able to crumble, but I could crumble oh so much faster; & crumble I shall.
September 1st - A window appeared. But it's always raining outside of it.
September 4th - I forgot how to speak. The rain is much louder than my voice, & i'm starting to realize that's how it's always been.
September 5th - I don't remember the feeling of dry eyes. I can't tell if the moistness is actually tears or if i've just been standing by this window a little too long.
September 15th - I like to pretend that this feeling is normal.
September 16th - Everyone won't stop asking me questions about when i'm going to get released & seem to never stop wondering what's "actually wrong with me".
September 17th - Maybe I can just act like everyone else are the ones with the problems.
September 21st - I need to be alone, yet I haven't even seen anyone in what seems to be months.
September 28th - I don't know how long i've been in here, but i'm starting to feel at home.
October 2nd - I finally met my doctor. He seems like a nice man. Hopefully he can take this feeling away, whatever it is.
October 3rd - I haven't opened my eyes all day; i'm too scared to see that you're still not there.
October 5th - The doctor keeps telling me that there are no visible sign of anything being wrong, he says i'm free to go.
October 5th - I don't want to go.
July 14th - This is a place where the dying go to; I don't understand.
July 24th - I feel this sort of pain, but it's nothing I can't handle.
August 1st - I miss my pillow the most.
August 17th - I don't know how I ended up in here. I don't know how I ended up like this.
August 20th - I was created to please, yet lived to only disappoint.
August 21st - I'm so cold. They don't have blankets in this room. Just walls.
August 22nd - Why hasn't anyone came to visit me? Why doesn't anyone care?
August 24th - I can't breathe. These walls turned into a face mask & I can feel myself slowly disintegrating.
August 28th - A cookie may be able to crumble, but I could crumble oh so much faster; & crumble I shall.
September 1st - A window appeared. But it's always raining outside of it.
September 4th - I forgot how to speak. The rain is much louder than my voice, & i'm starting to realize that's how it's always been.
September 5th - I don't remember the feeling of dry eyes. I can't tell if the moistness is actually tears or if i've just been standing by this window a little too long.
September 15th - I like to pretend that this feeling is normal.
September 16th - Everyone won't stop asking me questions about when i'm going to get released & seem to never stop wondering what's "actually wrong with me".
September 17th - Maybe I can just act like everyone else are the ones with the problems.
September 21st - I need to be alone, yet I haven't even seen anyone in what seems to be months.
September 28th - I don't know how long i've been in here, but i'm starting to feel at home.
October 2nd - I finally met my doctor. He seems like a nice man. Hopefully he can take this feeling away, whatever it is.
October 3rd - I haven't opened my eyes all day; i'm too scared to see that you're still not there.
October 5th - The doctor keeps telling me that there are no visible sign of anything being wrong, he says i'm free to go.
October 5th - I don't want to go.
Written by
skyler molina
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