( Logs )

Day 63
Your Name: Haine Rammsteiner
Suicidal Ideation: 4/10
Homicidal Ideation: 2/10
Amount of Sleep Last Night: Average, the clock in the room stopped working. Was dark when I went to sleep, was light when I woke up.
Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: Lilly. She smiled at me this time.
Mood Triggers: Not too much, new guy in the room's kind of ( Read more... )

Is it just me or has the food gotten cosmically shittier ( Read more... )

My legs hurt. I'm tired and I haven't gotten out of bed for about a day and a half now.

Haven't done my sheets in longer than that.

I thought we were supposed to be getting better?

Hey House, you mind checking out the shit in my neck? I think it's starting to rattle.

Badou. I need to fucking talk to you.

So I heard about Giovanni. I'm not going to pretend I'm upset about this or that I give a shit but blame the fucking staff, they fucked me up, they're making me fucking worse this is all they'refuckingfault.

and the little fucker wouldn't let me finish the job.

I- did I?

Oh fuck.

[Private to Bishop]
Hey, uh- can I ask you something?

hainey is just a lazy lazy little bastard isn't he, he's not even trying anymore. doesn't even want to wake up anymore. i really doubt he'll stand for it, but who knows, maybe hainey just doesn't want to be around anymore.

wouldn't fucking blame him.

oh and mr. clergyman, i'm still waiting for you.

i'm afraid little hainey's going to be asleep for a long long time now

bye bye