Now I'm definitely making friends.

But for the wrong reasons. All they do is talk about drugs it's boring and I thought I was bad being obsessed but that's their life.

Guy in a wheelchair was about to nod out on his pain meds, 200 Invega or what ever. He drank soap as an attempt and it's been 4 days the nurses say that they can't do anything so I went to my unit and told them because he said he felt like he's going to die today.

Fortunately he was just tired. OCD is supposed to be for protection for others eh? The fact that I did freak out with no control was the OCD.

He's done a lot of good things for me and he has a good reputation here I kind of get respect for talking to him he's a good guy.