| Written by Diana, on 29-04-2001 11:10 |
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I fear i've lost my dark side. I've used crafts to keep my creativity flowing but all i've produced are black figures, boxes, bracelets. All of them black. I keep my eye makeup dark to point others to the truth. the truth is in my eyes and it took my therapist many months to find it there. My smile masks the pain inside and overpowers my eyes. I wish it wouldn't do that. But i've made friends with all of the staff here and I'm pleased with that. I sometimes fear for my solitude here. People are too willing to be your friend when they hear what you're "in for." Being the youngest here I think people are prone to wanting to "watch over me," but then I have to deal with their departure. I make friends and then I lose them. It's a sad spectacle but it will be over soon I hope. I can only take so much "rest." I can't get any work done here, primarily because of my meds and it's burning through my soul like fire through paper and I've turned to ashes. I feel as though i'll blow away in the wind. swept up and taken out with the trash, I want to be me again. That paper on which my story is written. Location: Las Encinas Hospital.
Last update: 29-04-2001 11:10
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