DAY ONE

Hello,

I admitted myself again.

I know nether of us can count how many times I have been here.

Maybe this time I will actually get better! Maybe I won't come back in a couple of months.

Please take care of Smoke while I am gone, you know how anxious he gets. Remember he needs lots of cuddles and you have to mix tuna in with his food or he won't eat it. Also don't forget to brush him or he will shed all over the place.

Love Sue!

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Luke,

I still can't believe you made me come here. (Again!)

It still smells like bleach and they won't let me out.

There are far too many people in here saying that they want to get better. (Can you believe it? I think a girl from last time is here again. She is still saying she will get better.)

Anyway I remembered I forgot to thank you for the money for the new tattoo.

I'll hit you when I get out - S.

DAY FOURTEEN

Hello!

I met this nice kid named Sam. He seems cool, he has some... interesting tattoos. (I'll tell you about them if you ever come to visit.) He says his friend forced him to be here, and that he is trying to leave.

He looks a little familiar, but I don't know from where, and if I have seen him, he had less tattoos.

Anyway. How is Smoke? Is he happy? Please don't tell me he is all anxious! (If you forgot about him I swear I will make you buy me another cat!)

I hope to get out of here soon, but progress takes time right?

See you when I get out!

-Sue

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Luke!

I swear you better get me out of here! I am so board.

You know that girl that I recognized from before? Well, it is definitely the same girl.

I refuse to tell you anything more until you get me out of here. I will never stop smelling this bleach.

-S.

P.S. I will force you to get a tattoo with me if I am not out of here in the next month.

DAY TWENTY SEVEN

Hello!

guess what, I am going to be released tomorrow. I think that I am good now. I don't think I will have to return here again. (For real this time.)

Sam and I are friends, he is getting released too. (he says his friend owes him a tattoo)

Is Smoke okay? Can you tell him I will be home soon? I just have to drive Sam somewhere first.

Hey! Maybe you can meet Sam! He is a really nice guy. I think you will like him. (Maybe I can set you guys up on a date??? Are you still single?)

-Sue

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Hey Luke.

How dare you not get me out of here.

I will make you get a tattoo with me. I expect you to meet me there tomorrow around seven.

Also, remember that DNR tattoo I got about six months ago? I am covering that up. I think If I need CPR I am going to want it.

That girl from before is driving me to the shop. You better be there or I will knock you out the next time I see you.

-Sam.

P.S. I am not actually going to hit you, but I really hope to see you there man.

I'm so sorry you had to endure that.

You're so strong for keeping strong.

Keep your head up, sweetheart. The accident wasn't your fault.

That's all I hear. They get the comfort because they cry the most, I try not to be heated about it, and I try not to sow that seed of loathing, but it's hard when no one sees how torn I am. Im having to take deep breaths and be the backbone.

Like always.

Why can't they see my pain? Why don't they care? I shrug it off. Every time someone rushes by me to comfort them, it makes me sick. It makes me want to leave.

Leave everything, leave them, leave the situation. Leave this life.

But I want because who would be there to be the never swaying support without me?