I'll write down my dreams, and you can also message me your dreams, and I'll put them in the book. I swear all of these dreams are ones I've actually had, unless I say that @blahblahblah sent it to me.

You know, they call me insane, they say I was dropped as a baby, hit with a baseball bat, something along those lines anyway. They put me in this asylum, thinking it would help with what I had. They tell me what I see are just hallucinations. But what they don't know, is that I don't see anything at all. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. It's just a lie to entertain myself. I enjoy watching them squirm left and right, trying to figure out what's wrong with me. But I'm not insane, or even stupid. Could a stupid person escape from an insane asylum? I didn't think so. Yet something's holding me back. I have a secret. A darker, deeper secret then my lie. So deep, even I don't know. Until it's too late. All rights reserved.