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As I round the corner I let my mind wander… hospitals are far too white, white walls, white coats, white sheets, white and sickly people. They ought to change the color, maybe a dark blue, or grey. The red wouldn’t contrast as brightly on a darker color .The paper and the charts need to change as well, the ruffling and the scratching of the pens, why aren’t they electronic. The bandages too… I thought, glancing down at my wrist… if the bandages were darker… People always want to know why; they all think it is something that they can fix. They have asked and asked me, but I don’t know, I don’t feel broken… they need new wheel chairs too, the wheel on mine keeps squeaking, same place each time. The nurses are taking me to see someone, I don’t know who, I wasn’t listening when they told me who earlier. It's probably someone else who wants to know why, but I won’t have an answer for them. I don’t know why I did it, I just did. I didn’t have some terrible childhood, I am not sad all of the time, I don’t really want to die, I just did it. If they change the bandages, you wouldn’t be able to see the blood through them. I did it I sliced my wrists, I don’t know why, I just did.