Tomorrow

We're leaving tomorrow! I have to get her out today.

Kept in the Dark...

Sometimes, I catch them looking at the wallpaper for a few good minutes, as if studying it. Then they’d come here, downstairs and away from my room just to talk. Like they’re trying to hide something from me. As if they suspect something strange about that wallpaper.

Finally

From today forth, no one shall tell me how I feel. I won’t be bound to my bed and be forced to suppress my feelings and my thoughts. Feels good to be outside. Finally, I can actually breathe now.

Peeled

Jennie's still asleep and John's out of town but we managed to peel off some of that awful wallpaper.

Strange smell...

It’s rainy season. There’s a terrible smell coming from the horrid yellow wallpaper. A damp, yellow smell. Not sure how exactly how to describe, but it smells as bad as it looks. Vomit-inducing. It sets my teeth on edge, I was so tempted to couple together a Malatov cocktail the other day and burn the entire house down.

A woman there.

Horrifyingly, I’ve discovered that the damned yellow wallpaper is covering up someone. A woman. I’m very sure it’s a woman. The way the fungus patterns hug her curves, the way it shapes around her long hair...Yes, I am sure it is a woman. She seems to know that I am watching her, she barely moves during the day. I think John knows about her, Jennie too.

It moves!

Maybe I’m just feeling wonky from staying in this damn bedroom too long, but I think the patterns in that awful yellow wall moves. I watch it at times, studying the ugly fungus-like swirls and notice that it looks different when it is at night and during the day. I think there might be something there.

Door Locked

I don't wanna get caught creeping around. I don't want anybody else but me to be the one to catch her. She’s been trying to get out...I’ll get out this time.

You can do anything, but not everything.

Anonymous

It’s hideous. I hate this wallpaper. Look at it, it’s chipped and stripped at certain areas and John expects me to sleep in my new room with every inch of its walls covered with this nasty, yellow pattern. 

Baby Jack

I wonder how baby Jack must be like...John tells me that I can’t be around him because I’m sick. He tells me that the new nanny - Mary is really good with the baby. Thank goodness for that, but I really wanna see him and hold him again.

I was bored. I have absolutely nothing to do...

John, why can’t you see how much I really suffer? Why do you tell me there is no reason to to suffer?

Why won’t you believe me? Why do you speak as though you know what’s going on in my mind more than myself? But you tell me that you’re doing it all for my sake and I feel like I’m being ungrateful not to value all you’ve done for me.

Everyone, meet Jack, my baby boy.

Photo credits: My husband, John.

John just finished the paint job. Hope the little peanut will like his room!

What I’ve been craving lately... (but I’ve always and forever will crave for pizza)