sometimes life isn't fair

Seven

Dear diary:

I stopped taking my pills yesterday.

Have the walls always been this white?

My mind hurts, perhaps I shouldn't have stopped taking them.
Mother told me this would happen.

The room looks bigger than before.

Has it always been this empty?

Has my window always had bars?

Has Mother always carried a clipboard?

Has Mother's name tag always said Mother?

I think my memory is improving.
I'm starting to remember.