Day Twenty-Two

Day Twenty-Two

I'm two and a half deaths down in my lifetime and locked in a room with a futon and a beanbag.

Holly and my grandmother are fulls. Gideon is the half.

I'm in Seg.

If I had a whole bottle of vodka right now, I would drink it down as fast as I could.

I wouldn't even need the Sprite.

Anything to obliterate myself.

They say that you'll get better here.

You don't.

I shut myself down.