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I was a real person once...I've been here for 2 years now...I used to think if anything would drive me crazy it would be isolation like this.  I'm not crazy...but everyone thinks I am.  These padded walls are very helpful, I don't hurt my head as much now when I have one of my "breakdowns" the doctor calls them.  My girlfriend used to think it was cool when I told her that I used to have breakdowns every night because of her...worrying and going crazy over her.  She never knew how severe they really were.  I could be so calm and relaxed all the time, no one had even a clue that when I get angry or upset my entire world comes crashing down around me, and I just want to do the most deadly things.



I'd just keep thinking about her...cheating on me, whether she did or not I didn't know for sure.  I do know that I would never stop loving her, and that would eventually destroy me if I didn't do something.  I decided to confront her, but when I came to her house there was music turned up pretty loud.  I walked around to the screen door at the back, and there she was on some guy, having sex with him.  I tore open the screen door and started yelling at the top of my lungs!  She leaped off of him and started apologizing, but nothing in the world could have calmed me down.  I hit her...and hit her...and hit her...until my fists were so bloody and swollen I couldn't even feel them anymore.  Her fucktoy just stood there in disbelief, shaking.  I looked down at the love of my life and began to weep...I wept because she hadn't loved me anymore...I wept because my fists hurt...but I didn't care that she was dead.  I let the quivering retard call the police, and I was taken away in a cruiser.  I was examined by several psycho analysts, and they all came to the same conclusion...lock him up and throw away the key.



I wish I could just smell her hair...it was always so fresh and clean.  I would lay there beside her and just hold her close to me...why did she have to destroy my life?  Why couldn't I just have been normal?  I wonder if I tell them I never stopped loving her that they might show some mercy, instead of just increasing my medication and keeping me isolated from any real people.  I was a real person once...