**- im just a person but you cant take it

[isabella rose xavier]

** -- THE DIARY OF -- **

ISABELLA ROSE XAVIER
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** -- ENTRY ONE -- **

** -- In all sense nothing new has happened. Nothing new ever happens around here except maybe the occasional patient putting up a fight with the staff but even that is pretty regular around here. As are the new patients. Always some loon coming in thats worse off than some of us here. Need a room? You can take mine! I'd do anything to get out of here. But I doubt I will ever get out of this place.

Not unless I do something to kill myself and believe me I have done quite a lot of that over the years. But every time I get stopped. I have a feeling these people keep me alive so they can all play DR. Frankenstein and his assistant Igor. Each get their own funky mad scientist wig and a personal humpback assistant.

Being locked up like a caged animal for five years really puts a toll sticker on someones head. Its like look I've been here for five years let me out. Its not like I am gonna go and kill someone - unlike some of the crazies here. I'm sane compared to some. A saint, perfect little angel. Well as perfect as someone like me can come.

But would it kill the people around here to clean and spruce up the garden. Liven the place up again..... That may be a reason for some of the people around here being depressed. No Color. Not that I'm a colorful person myself. I'm not fond of colors unless its for drawing. But really fuzzy neon colored rugs and pretty flowers on the lawn wouldn't kill anyone. Would it? Or maybe some squashy furniture. Have music hour. Give the place some personality.

Because this place is starting to remind me of Dracula's castle... Should I wear garlic around my neck or Carry a Cross around with me? Because I do feel like I should be doing so. Now that my rant is over about the quality of this place I shall close this entry. Being I don't have any more to say except for more ranting.

** -- Isabella Rose Xavier