• I hate everything about this place. The emptiness, the walls, the way they seemed to close around me and slowly suck away all my breathe. The endless, annoying, nonsensical chatter of the other people around me. I hate the way I'm treated, like an emotionless dog. I may be crazy, but I am not an animal. I feel absolutely no remorse for the things I've done, but I don't belong here. I hate this place.
    I could never stand to be smothered and I still can't. Maybe that's the worst thing about this place. I'm being smothered. I'm being suffocated by these unloving walls. By these people. By everything I knew and everything I wanted to forget, but nothing ever goes away. I'm slowly dying, or maybe that's just how it feels...
    Nothing has meaning anymore. I try to forget the way things were, I try to live these people's boring lives, the way everybody else does, but i was never the girl you'd find following the latest trends. I still try. I'll be here for the rest of my life, so I might as well start to live like everyone else. I try to live here as if I don't exist and i know I don't. If I existed, they wouldn't have sent me here.
    I can't seem to follow their trend, so I set my own. I go each day and I try to forget, even though by now i know I can't, and I know I'll just remember everything again. I know I'll have to relive the nightmarish past I tried so desperately to escape. Every night in my dreams, I relive the horror of my last night, trying so hard to be free. Every night I have to go through that horrible scene, when my parents found my mangled, near dead body, when I finally cracked and tried to end it all, when I knew I'd finally hurt my parents so much, they'd send me away.