Journal entry 6/19/2007

I just got my room at Ten Broeck. I’m sharing it with an older lady who can’t hear and can barely walk. If she snores they better knock me out. I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do. I feel so lonely. I want my music.

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I want my meds. No one has shown me where anything is. What I’m supposed to do. I’m hungry. I want TRISH NOW! This old lady smells and makes noises. I’m fucking miserable.

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