they say the best people are insane. well these dreams of mine put the word to shame. you see, it all began a few years back, a dream of falling down a long, dark hole in the ground. i found myself surrounded by a bunch of crazies, faceless people. after that it turned to murder, and thoughs of major genocide while concious. now you see, this never bothered me, which is what made mum and dad send me to a psychiatrist. they told him about my actions, and even showed him my diary. i felt betrayed, so i killed them both. and that got me here, to this lunny bin where im forced to take medicine to block out my dreams. one day, i know, ill get out of here. and when i do, theyll all be sorry.
