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I haven't been paying much attention to the interweb lately, some of which is due to uni stuff, but mostly because my sister was admitted to hospital because according to her psychologist she's clinically depressed. And so severely depressed that she needed to be admitted to a ward full of actual crazy people. Which is the most insane thing ever because her and I get along really well and talk about shit and so on and I can't believe I didn't have an inkling of any of this. Which makes me feel fucking useless because wasn't the point of me studying psychology to assist me in noticing such freakin obvious things.

Her ward room is ridiculous, she's in a shared room with 5 other girls, one talks to herself about vampires living in the hospital and complains of joint pain when she has none, another girl is so depressed that she lies in bed and stares at the wall and says nothing even when she has visitors. And the other 3 are anorexics, one of which insists on continuously pacing the room and the corridors because apparently she's convinced that as soon as she stops she's going to gain weight.

And in the midst of all this, Hannah just minds her own business, the same time wondering why the fuck is she surrounded by people with problems so obviously much much greater than hers.
So y'know, being a person who insists on figuring out answers to everything all the time, I have made it my mission to figure out what the FUCK is going on inside her head so I've been probing her brain whenever she lets me and making notes. WHAT A NERDD.

I'm not exactly sure what to do with said notes, but I do know that I've spent a substantial amount of time making them when I could've been studyng or being an intern00b.

The End.

p.s. skirts and tights and boots are DA BOMB. I can't get enough of that shit right now. Hurry up and get colder.