Inspired by creepypasta.
I was admitted to an insane asylum when I 15. The voices in my head were always laughing, telling me funny jokes so I was always sitting in a corner giggling to myself. They were much more fun then people, especially the stories they told me. My aunt just thought I was crazy though, she didn't understand. So now I am sitting alone in cushioned room, strapped in a straight jacket. That was okay though, it meant I always got a hug. However, sitting here all the time, my mind was being deprived of much needed knowledge and activity. Thankfully the voices told me stories. They showed me how to get out of this place.