I just spent two weeks in a psychiatric ward.
It honestly doesn’t seem real. My sisters T, C, J, T, J. My brother L. We took the big fucking table at meal time.
A nurse, told me I was tall and beautiful and questioned what the fuck was I doing at a public hospital.
He also questioned why I was so casual and relaxed if this was my first time.
I don’t know. I accepted my fate?
It was nice to have someone cooking for me.
I’m exhausted. Like, to be fucking served food? What a pleasure. There was one meal in particular that was so good it was silent in the dining room.
The nurse, he took time for me. We played chess and other ridiculous board games in the TV room.
He is so untraditionally handsome which is right up my alley.
He made an effort to touch me every time he could. He held my hand, we played footsie while playing connect four.
There were cameras everywhere.
I was of sound mind and not being taken advantage of.