July 3rd, 2008,
One more day in this hellhole, one more nightmare to keep me company at night. Time is no longer a concept in this place… only a fantasy. My thoughts are always taunting me, laughing like a secret demon that constantly pokes and prods at my last scrape of sanity. I can hear the other crazies laugh and scream in loud hollering voices before the guards silence them. “That’s not me…” I keep saying to myself, feeling my skin crawling with what feels like a million tiny bugs, “That’s not how I act…” my mind starts to race as my heart beats in fear. I know that if I stay here long enough, I will become one of them. I have put up a strong front for four years, but my consciousness is slowly deteriorating and I feel it slipping. Every night I try to recollect my mind, but is chased away by the same demons that I meet in my dreams after I quietly sob myself to sleep. I feel sleepy… oh so sleepy… I must leave you now my friend… the pills are finally kicking in and I can’t stay awa… ... ...