The smoke monitor that everyone hates got on my case about using earplugs again. She made me take them out. I'll have to go to the social worker for formal permission to use my ear plugs on smoke breaks. Screw this moron, she broke my last tank and no one ever paid me back for it. I hate being here and it's much worse without ear plugs.

I've had another lousy day. The one time I used the bathroom, someone kept knocking and sliding the door. When I came out there was no one here. I'm thinking it was a friend of that woman who told me never to use her bathroom again trying to aggravate me. It's getting just worse and worse here. More crowded, and less relaxed for me. I'm on edge all the time here. And that ***** who's the third resident in here talks about other people unless she can use them somehow. That's what she's doing to me now because she can't use me anymore. She "forgets" me every other day, but she has never forgotten her new friend.

If I don't get out of here soon I might ask my friend to hire a lawyer and get me out. I can't take it here anymore.