So earlier today I saw a girl rip open an incision from her surgery she had on her stomach, fully insert her index finger, wiggle it around several times, extract it, and then smear blood on the observation window of the locked room.

My response to this was to take a big bite of my dinner and call her Pokey McBleedy through the bloody glass. You’re not supposed to exhibit any sort of shock or disgust at this sort of behavior. It just encourages them.

I finished my dinner as she continually jammed her finger into her stomach, progressed to attempt to rip out the rest of her stitches from the inside, and occasionally painted the walls with viscus juice.

I’ve come a long way, baby.

I wonder sometimes what is happening to me.