i should probably be in rehab for nymphomania not post-suicide counseling.

all i can think about is getting out of here so i can get fucked. there's not one single attractive person on my wing. and even if there was, the nurses and orderlies watch us like hawks, i scarcely think i could nip off to the janitor's closet for a quicky even if there was someone i'd let inside me.


dr favero is going to hate this post and i'll probably get reprimanded for it but fuck it.