July 1st, 2008,
My life isn’t getting any better in this place… they still don’t believe me that I wasn’t the one who committed the crimes that got me locked away in this shit hole. I try to figure out a way to get out of here, but every plan I attempt just leads me to more and more pills. Those damned pills… I’m taking so much pills, you’d think I’d be Tom Cruise. They each have a different function as well… the large blue ones take away your energy, the small red ones take away your thinking capability, green ones make you forget everything that’s going on, and the white ones put all these agents together in a devastating blow towards your psyche. I wish I could remember what I was doing here, but I can barely remember who I am or even my history. All I know is that I did not do what they said I did to get me in here!! I didn’t!! What does it matter now? They won’t let me have regular clothes anymore from my last suicide attempt… tomorrows my birthday… Happy Fucking Birthday to me…