My name is Willow, I'm 17 years old, and I hate this hospital.
My therapist told me that I should write facts whenever I feel depressed or lonely.
I have a little sister, I'm a junior in high school and I hate this hospital.
A cheery nurse settled me in my room along with a girl who hears voices in her head. All the patients here have disorders and I am on the brink of insanity.
I hate this hospital.