Phsyc ward

Me jessie and taylor had been on a road trip. We all ended up in a phsyc ward. I was oblivious. It was a prison. We were like outlaws. Bowles? We were going to be releases. I was scared shitless. In the hall, of wilson middle school. Taylor was out gone me and jessie. We had to check the list. A contract of some sort. It had my grades on it. I failed everyone of my classes, I was most upset because I got a D in art. I felt, god I would say terrible but that word doesn't even sratch the pathetic, self hating awful REGRETTING surface. I needed my bad. I left it in the room. Why do i always leave it places. I was too LAZY to go get it.

Needless to say, I woke up and churned out an amazing essay.