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I have been in the psychiatric ward for a hundred and three and thirty days. and already fucked at eighty-one. just ran off and drank and smoked weed. I hid tablets in my pockets so I wouldn't feel anything anymore.

in the middle of the piss yellow hallway in the dining room. the food looks like it's been thrown up. lounge on the balcony. smoke and put some energy behind the wheel and hope that the wifi will work. and then throw it in the bin.

lie right in the face of the appraiser. Smuggling the cell phone. secretly visited other patients patients. gossiping about Pfpfger with other patients. Deal secretly on the station. Drink a liter before weighing in order to weigh more.

in the middle of the piss yellow hallway in the dining room. the food looks like it's been thrown up. lounge on the balcony. smoke and put some energy behind the wheel and hope that the wifi will work. and then throw it in the bin.

I know things aren't legal but I don't care. That's just the way psychiatric lives. Without these things the time will be really boring and hard. I think I still want to have fun in my life. You can think what you want of me, I don't care, otherwise I won't be here.