the shower curtain is this ugly dark blue tarp that's velcro'd to the top of the showers entrance;
it doesn't let any light in.
so, somehow you're supposed to be able to navigate wherever the hell you put the two inch shampoo bottle and the soap bar (so small that you can balance it on your index and middle finger, but still have space for something else) while in the dark.
the shower head is planted into the wall because apparently the tiny bar that usually comes with it poses a threat to us.
so you basically are showering in the dark with nowhere to put your washcloth or your soap, so you're awkwardly standing in cold water with a bar of plasticy soap in your armpits.
there's no door to the bathroom so you just sort of pray to god that no one will galavant into the bathroom while you're standing buck-ass naked with a wet rag in your hands, which somehow is supposed to make you feel less suicidal.
but at least you're clean.
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Spring Mountain Treatment Centre
Poetrydull faces glance out the windows; sitting with their sadness drooping their eyelids they perpetually stare out and away in search for better days.
