Insanity has me by the throat. I wish it'd squeeze a little harder. They call me crazy, but who are they to judge? I'm not crazy. They are. I've tried to reason with them, but they won't listen. Yet. One day, they will hear me, and one day, they'll be sorry. This is no way to live, being locked up like an animal. And I'm surrounded by lunatics. The scary girl in the corner who hears voices, the burly bald guy...