Everyday was always as mundane as the last; waking up at the same time, in the same bed, in the same old mindset as every other day. I've always hated change but I started getting bored with my comfort. I had to convince myself change was okay, it was normal. I've been in the same house for 11 years as of yesterday and it finally got to me. I am going crazy.

I can't seem to decipher the time on the clock. Everyday that passes seems so long but so quick to end. I've stopped eating breakfast… ”Change is okay, Change is normal” I told myself.

It's been 3 weeks...I think. My family has been telling me that it looks as if i've lost weight. “Change is okay, Change is normal” I would tell them. They would stare at me, did I look silly or was I different. “Good” I thought, “I've changed”

I've been happy since I stopped seeing my family. I missed them only because they were family. “I didn't need anyone.” I thought to myself “Change is okay, change is normal”

I ended up in the hospital yesterday. They said that I was crazy...I'm not crazy, “They wouldn’t understand” I would tell myself. One of the pretty nurses gave me a number, I called it but they tricked me...only crazy people belong in mental hospitals, not me. “Change Is normal, Change is okay” I told myself. I can barely think straight.

They found me again, I tried to run but they found me. I'm going to a place...It looks like a prison but I can't trust my mind, I'm not crazy, I've just changed.