Crazy. Rush. I am completely alone, even though I am constantly under watch. White walls blur spots of rainbow colors and music floats in brain and out through my ears.
My stomach is empty but I won't eat. There's nothing wrong with me yet I'm inclosed within the walls of my own bedroom. No door, so whispers fly up the stairs like silent little secrets with wings. Talk about what I did today plagues the tales of tomorrow and beyond. One boy understands. Like my brother, yet you all think I'm in love. So what if I am? I probably am. Oh god... I think I am. But I'm too crazy. He knows my problems, and calls me his daughter even though he's a year younger. Darkness falls. She comes in and shuts my blinds, checks me for marks of insanity. Looks around for my diary again to see what else there is to see. She asks again if he's my boyfriend. I only wish, but i'd never even say so much as that to her. I cry. A lot. Well, I always cry, but only because of the wounds in my heart and arms. Maybe one day they will see I really am not crazy. I'm the only sane girl left on the planet. Life is only temporary... Death is permanent. I