I think I'm an extrovert. It could be that I'm sick though, or that I'm off anti-depressents until I'm better, but I crave to talk to someone. Since I'm not talking to anyone I feel awful and suicidal. I want to call for help but I feel like I'm a bother. I'm a fuck up. I'm useless. Jack only sticks around because he's sorry for me. Liner stays because he has to make sure I stay alive. If I die they'll probably get sued by my parents who don't even care what happens to me and just want the money. The nurse told me my parents care so I'm not a nuisance to society. I'm one big fuck up and God realized that so stuck me with schizophrenia and the staff here don't care enough to give me effective medication but some shit that's being tested on and not open to the public. They care so little that I can be some lab rat. Bet they didn't even test it on animals before they gave it to me, because if it killed me, then I was so wack in the head who would care? My parents probably care so little that they consented to it. I should probably tell someone, but I'm already a bother by being sick, why add onto the stress of taking care of me? Why should I force them to take care of me at all? Maybe this time I'll succeed. If my bed sheets make me feel awful whether I use them or not, let them truly make me go cold. One less person who is in need of help around here. I'll be doing everyone a favor, especially Jack. He can find someone better.