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Looking to the right see a relative with a newspaper, bored out of their mind.
Look left and see a doctor talking to some relative about my illness or whatever they talk about.
Look down past the laptop see a white blanket with 2 black straps running across,
tying the prisoner's legs to the bed.
Look inside my own head see a jumble of thoughts, all trying to manipulate me into doing something bad.
In this room I see white, a burst of color rarely seen. My black hair makes the room look like a colorsplash off of photobucket.
White walls, white floor
white furniture
white bed
white clothes
and then there's me.
A white face
scared
living in a tied down white world.
an I.V. in one arm
the other gripping
the bar on the side of the bed.
A life in a white *N* squishy world:
Wake up time 8:30.
Monitored shower.
Breakfast in bed
therapy talk session
testing removal of medication
(sometimes)---> 1 hour in padded room.
rest.
12:00 lunch.
free hour, (usually online.)
therapy session
3:00-4:00 visitation (usually by lucas or uncle)
5:00 dinner
schooling with tutor from institution
8:00 free hour
9:00 preparation for bed
9:30 bed.
DON'T GO CRAZY.
I know this was random. but oh well.
peace. *^)
- by -light-sensitive- |
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- | Submitted on 02/13/2010 |
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- Title: White *N* Squishy
- Artist: -light-sensitive-
- Description: what my room here at this nuthouse is like and how i feel.
- Date: 02/13/2010
- Tags: white squishy
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