Doctor. Doctors. Doctors! Everywhere. Wherever I look I see them. I'm psychic.
Really. True. I'm. Why? I'm at psychiatric hospital! Thanks mom! Thanks dad! Three years ago my mom discerned on my hand scratch. She thought that it's self-harm and called to psychiatrist that something is wrong. But it was not true god! I only touched my rose ( I get it from my best friend).
But mom didn't believe in it so I'm here. It's not fun. It's really horrible place. As if they wanna help you but you feel that it's only work them. You feel that they laugh of you in them hearts. It's really impossible that I'm here. That pill are so big and long. The doctors don't like give me them because I can't ingest intact. I just have dread. Oh I forgot.
I'm number 101 here..
For me? Still Ally.