Wide Awake

I'm not crazy. I've seen crazy. I know I'm not crazy... Maybe. Being here has made me start to question sanity in a whole. I'm just a normal person with no mental disabilities... I think. I have emotions, I've never acted hostile toward anybody.

I’m not crazy. I swear I’m not crazy. The dude sitting across the room is crazy. His name is Carson, I think. He sits in the same exact spot every single day and just stares at me. Not okay. The girl who talks to herself through the mirror, she’s crazy. I can’t even remember if her name is Lola or Mimi. She changes on a hourly basis. The girl who doesn’t eat, or if she does eat, she throws it up right away… Well, that’s not crazy, but it’s not healthy. Then there’s this girl who, seems nice enough, just not when she’s angry. Which is always.

My name is Dylan, and I am not crazy.

Disclaimer: I own this. No takey takey or I shall bite you. Rating for Language, suicide, and mild references to sexual abuse