September 03, 2003

my stay at the psychiatric institute

part 1.

my dad dropped me outside the main entrance. 'gimme a call once they've settled you in a room or something, okay? gotta run now. ok, bye.' and so i walked in by myself. before i could enter the place, this cowsize woman appeared in front of me. she grabbed me by the arm before i could even look up at her face. she had really big nostrils and a couple of chins. i let her drag me towards the receptionist. i got the chance to glance at her name tag, which read 'molly'. what a dumb name, i thought to myself. 'i heard that,' she turned her elephantine neck to give me a cold, stern look. 'sorry,' i said half-mindedly. the lobby smelt of a mixture of butane and dettol. and molly was wearing a distinct patchouli fragrance. it was like having to choose between drowning in maple syrup or choking on tofu, standing there having to endure the stench. but i was spared from my misery in due time when the receptionist handed molly a receipt and molly took it and had my arm in a gripe again. i squirmed and twisted my arm, wishing she'd be more gentle. she rolled her eyes to the side and loosened her grip on me.

6:54 PM

there was a boy who tried to rhyme
so hard he tried he had no time
to thank the ones who gave him tips
on how to end.

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