My Whole Life in the Psychiatric Ward, Part One

Welp, it looks like I'm stuck here. I just got back from another escape attempt. I was hoping to go homeless in Vancouver, but nobody picks up hitchhikers anymore so fuck it. I waited for hours before the cold thwarted yet another escape attempt. At least I got myself some DXM again.

It's fine. I'll just stay here until the powers that be are willing to acknowledge to me that this mysterious thing is real and we've got quite the situation on our hands. Or until the people who are out to get me come and get me.

And if you manage to come and get me, I have a request: please make it clean and true. I know you like the torture, but doesn't somebody such as myself deserve a clean death? If you were to kill me with torture you're making a big statement of hatred. I can see hatred of random normal people, but don't you love me? After everything I've done? I think torturing me would be a big "LOOK HOW EVIL" and it don't look so good. Don't torture me, please. Be mature. Please.

By the way, when I said this mysterious thing was all in my head, I was lying. I was hoping it would get me a discharge but now I don't want a discharge. Not until the powers that be can grant me some sort of a safe house or something.

So I'm in the loony bin. Maybe it's about time I start having some fun with this. Maybe it's time I start ranting and raving at people.