I cant' eat and I can't sleep and witout those two who the **** cares about the rest?

Everyone around mekeeps bringing up the damn hospital. THat's where all this mess started if Iwasn't poisoned and traumatized I wouldn't be going through this

I want off this mothah****ing train. I keep getting images of them coming after me with a gun and all I have is a ****ing pen and book. And cutting my foot off. And feeling lost. I don't think I'll ever not feel lost again. I'm not supposed to be here.

God keeps sending me signals. I ripped my stitches out.