Diary Of The Mentally Undead - Entry 2

May 2 2012

I just read my last entry. ‘Bat-Shit’ crazy. Funny term really, how would anyone know how crazy bat-shit is? Why would anyone want to know?

I said I wanted to go back, back to before I ended up in this ridiculous place. It was 10 years ago. 10 long uncomfortable years ago. I say uncomfortable loosely,
I'm actually pretty happy here. The only sane person in an asylum... they don't call them that anymore though do they? They just look like normal wards now, same beds, same daft little cupboards that you can't fit anything in. Yeah... the wards look normal, it's the patients that aren't. Of course the locked doors and security guards might give it away but they're just for show really.

I know I'm supposed to be talking about myself, but i'm relatively boring compared with some of the 'Friends' i've made since coming here. Don't get excited, this isn't The Silence of the Lambs... pretty glass cells with strait jackets. Just interesting people, but I suppose the world would be a bit more exciting if we were all a little crazy wouldn't it.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm stuck in a television programme. Or even stuck watching the same episode over and over. Nurses bring the same pills everyday. I refuse to take them every day. They force me every day. I pretend to every day. Of course I don't say anything. Like I said, I don't talk to the nurses they just lie. Everybody lies. Everyone that speaks that is.

They said I wouldn't be here long. They said he wouldn't come. They think they know.... everyone says they know. But how can they. It's my tale to tell. Or not. Can I trust you? Can I trust anyone? If i want to get out they say I need to talk. But they don't know. Not really.

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Still not sure where I'm going with it... Lol.