12 hours and counting

I got here at 7:48 am. It is now 7:48 pm. I have been outside once. It was beautiful. Windy and wet but warm and the sky was full of clouds backlit with silver sunlight. It was my absolute favorite weather of all time. I saw it for two minutes. I wanted to run through the streets and sing joyfully. Instead I headed back into the recesses of the Kennedy Center. I need help. Please, help me. I can't do it anymore. I'm about to throw up. I want out. I give up. I give up. I don't want. I want I want I want. Sleep Sleep. No more white walled purgatory. Last night I dreamed about the phones. I DREAMED ABOUT DROPPING CALLS. This is not normal. I can't. I'm going to go puke in the bathroom. Goodbye.