Too bad the people here are totally insane, though. The one downside, the people are insane. Why must they all be stuck here with me? What did I do to deserve such a fate? Stuck here with such... Creatures? So stupid, so idiotic.
Why did it have to be me? Why did they have to choose me? Oh well... At least the grass is green and the sky is blue. I guess that's all I really care about.
But if the people weren't just so... Crazy...
I walk down the halls every day, get my food every day, sleep in my home every day, and enjoy life. It's the simple life. No work, all play. We get to watch movies, me and the other sane people here. The others just watch us, look at us as if we're the crazy ones. They even treat us like we're insane. The people here... Sometimes it just makes me angry. Who put these people in charge, anyway? They're obviously not fit to even be here. But oh well. What can you do? What can we do? We can't talk to anyone. We can't call our family... We have tried to communicate with these creatures, but they don't seem to understand us. They just look at us blankly, as if our requests were out of the question. But that's life...
Sometimes I look around and wonder why I'm here. It's not like I don't live. It's not like I don't breath. I'm a human, too. What if I get homesick? Why did the police have to choose me? Why did those cops come and choose me, of all people, to live with these hellish people. Sometimes I just stare at the walls of my home. Nothing but walls. A bed and walls.
But still, it's nice here... Free meals, free bed, and if I die they bury me in a nice little grave by all the other sane people here.
Oh well. Maybe someday the men in blue will decide I can go home.
Maybe they'll untie me and decide one day that I'm not fit for this place any more and I can go back to my family. Maybe my family will finally accept that I am a very talented and intelligent individual with many ideas and theories and they will take me back, even after I did what they thought was wrong.
How can that be wrong? I guess they all of a sudden decided choking Richard to death was a bad idea and sent me here. I wonder what jail would have been like? Oh well. I guess life goes on here. I think they need to put those guards in the cells instead of us. But oh well. What can you do?
Such is life in the asylum.
