Straight Jacket Diaries

I don’t belong here. No, I do. Maybe that right there proves I do need to be here. No. Home, home is where I have to be right now. Mom is staring at me; maybe she can read my mind. Crap! I really do sound crazy. If you’re reading my mind right now I promise I’ll be better. I won’t act out at school anymore, I’ll take all the medicine you want me to. I won’t be bad. I won’t be bad! No more fires…

Who am I kidding! I can’t keep that promise.