Hi, so I bet you all were wondering, where the heck is that chick and why hasn't she done jacksh** for almost 3 weeks...or maybe you weren't. Maybe you forgot about me...did you? L I'll cry if you did, I swear.

Anyways, the reason for my complete disapearance off of is that I was trapped in a mental hospital.

Yes. That's right.

A freking mental hospital.

So right now your probably thinking 'who the heck gives a care, I don't like you, or, I just want a new chapter!' But that's ay okay because I'm gonna tell you about my experience anyways so read or gtfo. (I say in the nicest tone ;) )

Hartgrove Hospital is just absolutely atrocious, and I was stuck there from 9/15 to 9/29. It's so dreadful that nbc 5 news reported a story on it. Apparently there has been sexual assaults on patients that I had NO clue about while I was there. They also said that it was over capacitated and that it patient on patient violence was very common. This, I knew much about.

Those kids, they were savages. Aggressive little animals, it was obvious they were out for each other's blood. Every hour, there was a vicious argument, and every 2 hours a hands-on fight. They just didn't want to get along. And I was just in the middle of it, infact a fight broke out right next me, literally when I was midning my own business. It's not like I didn't feel safe...nobody disliked me. Because I was quiet. Completely and utterly quiet. I spoke to noone. But...I didn't feel that comfortable eithier. I was there for anxiety, and suicidal thoughts. Idk if they've noticed but sometimes loud, hot-headed people tend to spark anxiousness.

Luckily, I got moved to the other side. What do I mean by this, you may ask? Well it's really just a west and north side, and the west side had different, nicer kids. I went there after my mom complained about the vicious beings on the north. There were still arguments and whatnot, but Atleast people were generally kind to each other, unless they were giving a reason not to be.

Hmm...lemmee see what else. Oh yeah. The food...terrible. I was a level 3, and that meant I got to pick whatever I wanted for dinner and lunch but I still hated every option. Too fatty or meaty. Yes, I said meaty. Deal with it. But seriously. I gained 3 lbs being there. And I know your like. Wow Really 3 pounds. But it's huge to me, bc like, I'm 5'5 and I weigh 149 lbs. (Is that overweight? Idk) And like if a level 1 is still hungry after the meal they are given, they don't get nothing else. I mean...if they were starving they'd pratically have to beg for a dag on Cracker and then wait almost an hour to get just that one thing. It's a sad case really.

Oh, lemme tell you about my many roomates that I had gotten over my stay there.

Roomate 1 : Her name started with an A. She took about 5 types of medication and was 17 years old. When she didn't get her way however, she reverted back to a 4 year old. Her ways were of a 4 year old too because she was hyperactive, and bounced all over the room. She always tried to squeeze through doors (don't ask) and I feel kinda bad for her though, bc she turned 18 and got moved to the adult section. (They don't even separate the girls and boys there, she could be stop with like a 30 year old man as her roomate or something...yikes O_O) But lol...that girl was 10 types of crazy.

Roomate 2 : Her name started with A D. She was 13, I think. I dislike her. I'm not gonna get catty. But she claimed I stole her lotion. I don't steal lotion. I don't steal any body products actually. The only thing I steal is hearts :P. (Jaykay ;)) I was glad when she left, to say the least.

Roomate 3 : Her name started with an A. She only stayed for a night (I was asleep already) And half a morning. Apparently she was pregnant, and had two types of STDS mixed together and whatnot and could not stay there so she like... left. I didn't know much about her...actually we only said like 3 words to each other. Idk even how old she was. She had red hair though. That was cool.

Roomate 4 : She was 15, and pregnant just like my last roomate. Her name started with a D. This one well...seemed normal. Except for the fact that she was pretty aggressive towards me. (But only in a playful way) Erm...I think im gonna go into more details about herin my 'Letting emotions out' story later on. Bc well...dramatic stuff happened.

Alright so...I guess that's it, except for the fact that all we did was color A WHOLE LOT, and talk about pointless things that I already knew about. I know that respect is good. I know that bullying is bad (Trust me I really do) And the groups were pointless to me.

This girl kept playing 'Stomp the yard' over and over again. That movie is not fun to watch THAT many times. I'm glad someone took it and hid it. Probably broke it. Haha...

I think the only thing I benefited from is them giving me the damn medicine but I could of just went to a doctor and got a prescription for some freking Prozac :\ I really shouldn't have had to go through all of that.

Oh wait...I did realize that my life isn't that bad like...some girls had terrible stories. I realized my life is totally worth living...and I havent had any suicidal thoughts recently. Is that good?

Well now that I'm done with that. I know you guys are like...When are you gonna get another chapter of the story out...well to be honest. Idk. It could be tomorrow. It could be Halloween for all I know. I had been working on it at the hospital. (I snuck my journal and a pencil into my room, even though we weren't suppose to have them there...pth. They think they can tell me when to write) And like...I have a few pages but...ya. Life is still a little stressful so...idk.

Did you really read all of this? If ya did you get a cookie and a cold glass of lemonade! :P Here ya go!

Bye!