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Day 44
Your Name: There was a very unfortunate man with very unfortunate luck, who lived very unfortunate circumstances with unfortunate optimism. This very unfortunate man existed in purgatory, unfortunately walking through the white noise and unfortunately comprehending the truth of his rather unfortunate situation. This unfortunate man goes by the name of Harry Mason.
Suicidal Ideation: "How do you feel today?" "..." "Oh, is this the wrong question? Terribly sorry. But we must begin somewhere. After you knew the truth, how did you feel? What do you see?" "..." "What do you have now?" "I ask myself that every second, doctor."
Homicidal Ideation: There was a last breath of the damned beast; he was hot, sticky, covered in blood, tasting it, seeing it. There's the sickening feeling of not knowing what to do with the sensation of death and decay, but the truth is known. He doesn't mind it. He laughs.
Amount of Sleep Last Night: "How do you sleep at night?" "I don't."
Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: She would giggle, charming as the angel she was. A little girl. She just turned seven that week, and had gotten a drawing pad. Soon, there'd be vacation with her father. A girl, with short black hair, just turned seven -- her name was Cheryl.
Moods Experienced Today: "How do you feel today?" "..." "Ah! That's right. I already asked you that, didn't I?" "I hate you."
Mood Triggers: "How do you f-- good God, I did it again, didn't I?" "I think you're getting forgetful, doctor."
Significant Thoughts of the Day: There was a man there in that hospital, I remember so clearly. Older than me, maybe fifty. If I had to describe his appearance, the first word would be "pudgy", not that he was outstandingly overweight -- but he obviously lived a more comfortable life than I ever have. Me, who has been underweight all my life, and likely even worse now (as I recall, having been described into being likened to a Holocaust victim). Regardless, he also had a cold business-like personality to him, typically cutting to the point, but having no qualms in taunting me. I know he was taunting me. I was but another part of his business, after all. It's all just business, doctor. I am your business. I hate you.
Favorite Time of Day and Why: There are people that can be called good, people to be called bad. But that's a black and white world that I can no longer be part of, knowing what kind of being I am and what I'm meant for, sad to say. Regardless, I know good when I see it, and it is the good people that I can stand to be with. I adore them. Which is why I...
Least Favorite Time of Day and Why: "I feel cold, but hot. I'm sweating. I'm shaking. What the hell did you do to me?" "Do you need more?" "I..."
How You Are Enjoying Your Therapy: "I hate you."
Noticeable Improvements: "I have nothing else to add." "That's a shame, Mr. Mason."
Your Name: There was a very unfortunate man with very unfortunate luck, who lived very unfortunate circumstances with unfortunate optimism. This very unfortunate man existed in purgatory, unfortunately walking through the white noise and unfortunately comprehending the truth of his rather unfortunate situation. This unfortunate man goes by the name of Harry Mason.
Suicidal Ideation: "How do you feel today?" "..." "Oh, is this the wrong question? Terribly sorry. But we must begin somewhere. After you knew the truth, how did you feel? What do you see?" "..." "What do you have now?" "I ask myself that every second, doctor."
Homicidal Ideation: There was a last breath of the damned beast; he was hot, sticky, covered in blood, tasting it, seeing it. There's the sickening feeling of not knowing what to do with the sensation of death and decay, but the truth is known. He doesn't mind it. He laughs.
Amount of Sleep Last Night: "How do you sleep at night?" "I don't."
Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: She would giggle, charming as the angel she was. A little girl. She just turned seven that week, and had gotten a drawing pad. Soon, there'd be vacation with her father. A girl, with short black hair, just turned seven -- her name was Cheryl.
Moods Experienced Today: "How do you feel today?" "..." "Ah! That's right. I already asked you that, didn't I?" "I hate you."
Mood Triggers: "How do you f-- good God, I did it again, didn't I?" "I think you're getting forgetful, doctor."
Significant Thoughts of the Day: There was a man there in that hospital, I remember so clearly. Older than me, maybe fifty. If I had to describe his appearance, the first word would be "pudgy", not that he was outstandingly overweight -- but he obviously lived a more comfortable life than I ever have. Me, who has been underweight all my life, and likely even worse now (as I recall, having been described into being likened to a Holocaust victim). Regardless, he also had a cold business-like personality to him, typically cutting to the point, but having no qualms in taunting me. I know he was taunting me. I was but another part of his business, after all. It's all just business, doctor. I am your business. I hate you.
Favorite Time of Day and Why: There are people that can be called good, people to be called bad. But that's a black and white world that I can no longer be part of, knowing what kind of being I am and what I'm meant for, sad to say. Regardless, I know good when I see it, and it is the good people that I can stand to be with. I adore them. Which is why I...
Least Favorite Time of Day and Why: "I feel cold, but hot. I'm sweating. I'm shaking. What the hell did you do to me?" "Do you need more?" "I..."
How You Are Enjoying Your Therapy: "I hate you."
Noticeable Improvements: "I have nothing else to add." "That's a shame, Mr. Mason."