I'm still looking out the windows here thinking of flying out. Its such a peaceful thought.
My dreams have been fun.
They keep coming in my room and giving me lots of Skittles, inhalers, and giving me a shot of Heparin. And they keep asking if I want a nicotine patch! How many times do I have to tell them I don't smoke? Maybe they think I'm lying. Maybe all bipolar people smoke? I don't know.
I think I'm going to be here forever. And I think I'm boring now that I'm on higher meds. Puh. I was interesting manic, darn it!
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