Today was the day. I could finally leave this place. A place that became my second home. A place made for psychopaths. I told them several times that I am no psychopath. I am what you, normal people, call a sociopath.
They thougt I am insane. But I still have this dreams at night. Weird, unexplainable nightmares.
Honestly, I have been here for too long. This building and its inmates drive you insane if you haven't been before. It changes you like it did with me. You start to think about things, your life, people you used to trust.
Finally I am sure that I hate my parents. At least as much as I can predict. They brought me here since they could not cope with my little extra. They also thought that I was insane. I, insane? Which parents take their only child to a psychiatry?
Let me tell you: Parents who are not able to get the hang of their own lives.
Knowing that I made mistakes in the past does not help me at all. I was too young to understand or think of consequences.
I did not ask for this, I do not need this kinda talent. But I cannot change it so there is no other way than dealing with it. Well, that is exactly what I do. I deal with it.
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