Falling Asleep

    Two years of these cold cement walls, painted a rather disgusting shade of green. It's so cold in here. It's always cold in here. I've never liked the cold. The concrete makes me feel uncomfortable. People make me feel uncomfortable. I don't care how long that I stay here. I will never feel okay next to the other girls. Giggling and crying and giggling and crying. It makes me sick. I'm not supposed to think about this. Miss Janie says that I shouldn't. What does she know with her stupid clipboard? "How do you feel?" and "Are you feeling ok?" I wish that she would leave me alone.

     When I watch that heart shaped pen scratch her paper, I can't help but roll my eyes. She thinks that I don't notice the "little improvement" red banner on my chart. No one thinks that I notice anything around here. I hate her. I hate this whole facility. No one ever seems to get better. Old girls check out, unimproved as ever, and new girls check in. Everyone leaves except for me. I don't need to be here with all of these lunatics. I can't sleep while listening to their screams and sobs in the middle of  the night. I want to go home. I want to go back to Eliza. I don't care what they say about her. I know that she is there.