Life is much crazier than what I remember. You'd think growing up a bit would make me wiser, HA! No- it just made me taller and if possible, MORE immature.

Names Bart Simp- wait, if you're reading this, you already know who I am. I mean, who hasn't heard my name in the last thirty-odd years? Me and my family have done Everything. Everything, except change.

It felt like I had been living in Limbo at age 10 for more than a few decades. Always doing some wacky thing or having some crazy adventure.

But you want to know what the craziest thing about today was...? I was actually turning... THIRTEEN!

Scream, shout, be amazed! I Bart, yes THAT Bart Simpson had just entered the amazing world of teenagehood. I'm sure it's just like childhood but with pimples.

Haha, sneer, no. Because I had to attend to something that wasn't present in my younger years.

Puberty... AGAIN? Sigh...

Anyway, so yeah, you kinda know the backstory now? This present day, this present moment I was blowing the candles out for my Sweet thirteenth.

My best friend Milhouse was sitting beside me, and the house was full of all my chums and lesser friends.

Lisa was acting a bit moody, as she sulked next to me, upset over something but how was I meant to know?

"Make a wish, Bart," Mum told me, pointing the phone camera at me as I blew the candles out.

Hmm... I thought to myself and closed my eyes thinking for a moment what the wish should be. I looked out the window after a second, seeing a falcon soar by and it reminded me of him... my brief friend Diggs... and how he had... gosh, not to go dark real quickly, but Diggs... he had psychosis.

Which is a nicer word for being mentally ill... I.E, for him, schizophrenia.

He was living at a psychiatric mental ward.

He was sick... in a way that was much different from other illnesses.

I nodded my head, closed my eyes and wished, I hope Diggs psychosis goes away.

I opened my eyes then and took a deep breath in, obliterating the flames on the candles.

Everyone cheered, and the cake was sliced up to many pieces, everyone getting a plump slice each on their plates.

"What did you wish for, Bart?" Milhouse asked me, and I groaned, replying.

"Milhouse, if I tell you, it WON'T come true."

"Ha, yeah right." He replied with a snort and dug his fork into the cake's soft sponge. He stuffed it in his mouth and continued, "My wishes never come true."

I sighed, hearing this. GREAT! My wish probably wouldn't come true either. Which is a shame, considering how altruistic it was.

At that moment, everyone screamed. I glanced up, seeing that same falcon from earlier had dived in through the window and was flying around the house in a slight panic.

I quickly yelled at the others, "Everyone, drop to the ground." I climbed onto the table as the party guests crouched like they were in an old ad for a nuclear bomb attack. I held my arm up and whistled to the bird.

It spotted me immediately and swooped over to me, landing it sharp talons onto my outstretched arm.

Everyone slowly began to rise back to their feet, and I noticed that the bird had a little paper note tied to its left talon.

I slowly began to take it off, and read the words of the note to myself, "Happy birthday Bart, meet me at the tree."

"...Diggs?" I whispered to myself shocked at what I'd read. Was he... was he healed?

The bird let go of me just then and soared back out through the window. Everyone returned back to the table, but I was in a hurry to escape the party and see if Diggs was really okay.

I began to run to the door but my dad Homer (You know who he is) blocked the way and said in a determined command.

"Oh, no, no, no! You are staying HERE. I did not wait all day just to be skimped out of cake."

"You want cake?" I asked him, almost in a dare. I grabbed the remaining cake that was on the table and smashed it into his face, "Let HIM eat CAKE!"

Everyone gasped, and my mum Marge grabbed me by the arm, shocked at my sudden erratic behaviour, "Bart, all your friends are here, why are you so determined to leave?"

I took a deep breath in, looking behind her at all my school friends and mates. Then in my heart, I felt it hurt as I remembered when Diggs had been committed to hospital.

"Not all my friends..." I finally said, my heart sore from the memory. I ripped my arm away from my mum's grip and ran outside. I got on my bike and looked around again for that falcon. I could see it flying around in the distance like it had waited for me, and I put my pedal to the medal, cycling the direction to the national park.

I dropped my bike to the grassy ground when I spotted the tree that Diggs had mentioned in the note.

It was so very high up, almost as big as a small skyscraper. And there, there he was.

Diggs was standing on the same top branch the first time he had had an episode. He was taller now, his black hair styled actually pretty cool. But that's not what worried me.

No, he had his arms outstretched, like he was going to try 'fly' again.

I would not let him go through with his crazy beliefs.

"DIGGS!" I yelled at him, and he wobbled a bit on the branch, I grit my teeth in terror.

"Is that the voice of... Bart... Bart Simpson..?"

"Yes! You idiot! DON'T JUMP!"

Diggs opened up one eye, glancing down to see me. He then startled back, and I winced as the branch trembled slightly beneath his feet.

"Oh, I wasn't going to jump." He told me with a laugh, now looking at me with both eyes, "I'm going... to FLY."

My body went into shock at his statement, "Please, Diggs! I can't go through this again!"

"Go through what?" He asked me, slightly confused.

"THIS! YOU BEING CRAZY!"

Diggs slowly stepped back away from the branch's edge. He seemed troubled about something. He glanced down at me once more, before grabbing the tree's trunk and climbing down it. In a few minutes, his feet hit the ground and he looked slowly at me.

"It's been some years since I saw your face. Why today, may I ask?"

"I saw your note and followed it."

"Interesting..." He replied, "So, am I invited to your party?"

"How'd you know it was my birthday today?" I asked, slightly worried.

"I don't know," He replied, his face blank and emotionless to the question, "I guess my spidey senses were tingling." He laughed after he said that and I chuckled nervously back.

"Are you... better now...?" I asked him quietly. He just stared at me. Stared right through me.

"Who knows?" Diggs said with a shrug of his shoulders, "I guess we'll wait and see."

That did not fill me with newfound confidence...