Dear Journal,
Hello, my name is Roger. The Nurse told me that keeping this journal would help me get over my.... irrational fears, as she calls it. I don't think they are irrational at all, who's to say that while shaving one day someone could slip up and get cut across the throat? Or even worse someone lights a cigarette and accidentally catches something on fire. That's why I don't smoke, can't stand the flame, I can't even watch someone else light theirs. Although I've been here for so long I don't even remember why I am afraid of it, the staff says its Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. I've said that I can't remember anything that traumatic that has happened to me, but I've over heard the staff talking about me suppressing my memories. Anyway that's why I am writing, to see if writing down everything that happens somehow jogs my memory so i can finally deal with whatever it is is making me this way. So on to today's events.
Nothing to exciting happened today, mostly the usual stuff. Billy and Cheswick playing cards, the Chief sweeping, and the chronics just laying around. Billy hasn't been here as long as me, and really I don't know why he's here, he has a stuttering problem but I've heard of people taking classes to get rid of those, he is a nice guy though and I enjoy having him here. Cheswick is alright too, I think he's been here even longer it's hard to remember anymore. The Chief has been here the longest though even longer than me. He doesn't talk much on the account that he is deaf and dumb, but he helps out the black boys by sweeping, chief broom they call him.
Oh! I almost forgot, we had a new person come into the ward today, McMurphy I think. He is a loud person, the whole ward new when he came in. I'm not sure what to think of him yet, Although he smells strongly of cigarettes, which means I'll have to stay away from him while he's lighting those. Well thats all for now.
-Roger
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