I am sorry that I am this way. I am sorry that you have to see me when I am like that, tearing down the walls and screaming until everything tastes like blood. You are a good doctor, and you try so hard to help me.
He is gone and He isn't coming back. Maybe He was never The Beast anyway, just another man who wished He could be.
I am trying to believe in endings.
I want so badly to sleep.
Please don't let them put me in solitary again. I know that I scream a lot but I am so afraid when I am alone in there. The lights go out and it feels like I can't breathe.