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I thought because it was a different hospital it would feel different.

I thought that because I was in street clothes instead of hospital-issued

pajamas that I'd feel separated.

I thought I'd feel like a different person. I didn't. It's not like I was committed

there because I went crazy.

I got drugged and dropped off in the middle of the woods.

They just didn't know what else to do with me and I was so messed up from essentially living in a whole.

Can anyone really blame them for wanting to put me somewhere safe?

Regardless of whose safety they were more concerned about.

Honestly, I felt fine about it all up until the moment Julian and I walked into the

facility and

and lest we forget my as Julie would have put it

a ragingly stupid idea of thinking I should get myself committed to

oh god I can't even say it all loud again. Look I'm not

smart. Okay but seriously. What the fuck was that?

It's all just so different when you're in the middle of it.

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