to love is to remember ~frerard~

I am not crazy.

I don't believe that the sky is falling or that my family was replaced by clones, they're insane. I just forget dates and numbers and how to spell... everyone forgets sometimes. So why am I here? Why did they put me here and why won't they let me leave? I mean, they trust me enough, sure. Dr. Martinez even trusts me in her fucking car when I should be on a prison bus.

What are they hiding from me...