I like it here.
I like the way there are so many little rooms.
A big hard building, full of soft little rooms.
When you think about it like that, it's pretty funny.
Everything is pretty funny when you think about it the right way.
I'm not crazy. I just look at the world in a different way.
I guess some people would be angry in my situation, but not me.
I think it's hilarious.
These people that locked me up, slapped a diagnosis on me like a label, told me to take pills for a condition that they made up...
They just don't see it, do they?
They just don't understand it.
But I do.
I can see, in their faces, in their eyes, they have a thousand cares, a thousand worries, a thousand things that make them upset, a thousand "serious situations" that weigh on their mind, pulling them down.
I was like that, once.
I lived a like the rest of you for a whole 26 years of my life.
I worried. I worked. I let things make me sad, angry, anxious, disappointed.
What changed? Well, you can say I got a wake-up call. A sign.
I watched the girl I loved get shot through the head.
In that moment, as I watched the bullet enter her skull and her face twist in pain, I realized something.
There were two ways I could react to this.
Way one: I could be sad, devastated, angry vengeful, react in the way everyone would expect.
Or, option two: I could just not care. I could look at this, look at this death, and just not care.
I don't know how this revelation entered my head, but in the few seconds it took for her brain to splatter on the wall behind her, it had completely taken hold of me.
It was so simple. So easy. So much fun.
I don't remember much after that. Memory is another thing I have given up on; I let my mind do whatever it wants.
I remember laughing. Probably because of the way the girl looked with a hole in her face.
Yes, laughing is something I have been doing for a while now. I'll laugh at anything, but you know what I find the funniest?
People. Those poor little people, staring at me, wondering what's so funny.
They're just too closed up in their own little lives to see.
Even with the answer staring them in the face, they can't see.
I'm not crazy.