institute Of Crazies by Abby Curtis (best romance books of all time txt) 📕

The last time I saw my parents were for my birthday—1 year ago. They wrote once to me saying they missed me and that everyone was doing okay. But they didn’t ask me how I was doing or anything. I miss them sometimes but being locked up in a psycho house you seem lonely and miss everybody and anybody. I don’t regret doing the thing that I did but I regret that I hurt people that I love.

I hopped up back onto the window seat searching for answers. Why did I cut myself? Why did I almost commit suicide. Truth is, I knew the answers to both those questions. But the thought of thinking of them makes me more and more hate my self. I can’t control the hatred for myself right now I scream alarming everyone in my unit including Boris.


Boris is the moody one who on somedays she will hate you and on others she wont. Today she hates me. I don’t blame her though, I didn’t talk to her yet, and I interrupted her nap by my scream. Almost all security had to calm her down and put her in “the room.” Boris always goes in there though so it’s not a first. Me, well I haven’t been in there, I guess I’m just not that crazy.

My therapist comes into my room. He asks why I screamed and I simply answered “IDK” He always gets annoyed when I do that. He has a method behind his madness though. You see he asks me stupid questions then gets down to business. “ Why did you cut yourself?” Why…oh I will tell you why! “Because I was depressed” Way to put it on the table! “You feel this way because…?” “I hate my life I hate my parents I hate this stupid place and I hate….hate….” That’s when I break. I start sobbing. Every session we have I always cry at this part. The tenants come to my room, get me some ice cream and, assisted by therapist out. I smirk.

You are probably wondering what that was about. Truth Is…..It’s a long story.

Publication Date: 11-03-2010

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