What am I doing here? I’m on like day five? Day six maybe? I have a roommate who does nothing but lay in bed all day talking to herself. I overdosed. 14 Lamictals, about 5 or 6 zolofts and 1 effexor. The outcome? Nothing… A failed attempt to shut down my brain, my thoughts, my actions. I’m here in this hell alone. No one calls, no one listens, no one wants to talk. Nothing Nothing Nothing. Nothing but TV all day and peanut butter and jellies along with enough disgusting dry food to make your stomach turn. What. The. Fuck. It’s cold as fuck.