There's not much to say. I just sit here again, in another hospital bed again, without much to do or see. So I've been reading and trying to figure out where I am.
I have no clue.
My room looks sort of shabby, 2nd ratye even. There's a hallway, but there's no movement, there's food but I don't know who brings it.
I can stand again I
no, it doesnt matter just a freak it i just have nthing and i cant do this
dont even think
theres anything left of me now
all i can sleml is just gasoline that smell
so stupid had to prove my life
wanted freedom, and now
just so afraid
even like this so afraid of dying
i dont know why
dont even kno what to do anymore