Wow. I thought being in a nut house was going to be an adventure, but it’s really not what I expected. This place is more like a hospital. You can go into solitary confinement, of sorts, but I haven’t done anything wrong, so I don’t imagine I’ll be put in there.

The nurses offer me medication, some sort of downer, as far as I can tell. They aren’t really interested in talking to me about it. I don’t take the medicine though. They tell me that I have to, but nobody has actually forced me to take it, and I’m not getting into trouble. They do seem to take note of who is and is not accepting medication though. It’s weird that I have not seen a staff doctor yet, and I am already getting medicine. I was committed by a Psychiatrist before coming in here, but like I anticipated, he had no interest in trying to get me any sort of therapy. He said that I was a danger to society, and he and a colleague of his agreed to have me committed, although I have never seen his colleague before.

From this point on, I plan on being completely honest with anyone who asks me why I am institutionalized. I will reveal my plan in full. For my own safety and future freedom, I will not reveal my name or my hometown.

I must admit, I have noticed a strangeness about this place, one that I would have never expected. Last night there was screaming in the halls; it lasted for hours, and when it finally stopped, I was afraid, terrified of that eerie silence, Everyone here makes me a little nervous, nurses and patients.

I don’t know how long I could possibly stay in a place that makes me feel this way; I just don’t know. It will certainly need to be more than 2 days though, much more. Despite my lack of personal freedom and the people trying to shove pills down my throat every five seconds, there are things that aren’t horrible. I have access to TV, writing materials, and plenty of food. I will go on doing my thing as long as I can suffer through it, assuming that there is a story to be told in here. If all of this ends up being a waste of time, I’ll certainly have to just walk away from it.

Oh, I met someone in here, named Alex. Alex introduced herself, so I needed to come up with a name for myself that didn’t match my actual identity. I have always liked the name Sam, so Sam it is. There is not much to say about Alex except that she seems to be nice, but she always looks very confused. Alex is beautiful, with a short tanned body. She is noticeably overweight, but somehow it looks incredibly sexy on her.

Signing off, Sam