Another long, painful day is over.
It's been two weeks since I was brought here.
I'm lying in bed listening to the slow beating of my heart. I can't feel myself. I haven't felt myself for days.
I'm so weak. It's a wonder I'm still breathing.
My breathing is shallow and laboured. I keep losing my breath and wheezing, and Michael proudly diagnosed me with pneumonia. He's not a doctor, obviously, but he googled the symptoms because he thought that I was dying. He actually seemed to be excited about the idea of me dying.
I'm a pain in the ass to everyone in here. They all act like it's my fault that they're leading miserable lives and they keep throwing me dirty glances.
I don't care about the glances. I don't care about anything anymore. I have already accepted my fate; that I'll di
