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Dear Mark,
I miss you so very much. I want you to come back from that horrid place, but I know you need to get better first. That is why I am sending you a blank diary. I read today in the papers that a new study showed when people write things down it is easier for them to discover problems. I want you to take this, write down your thoughts, and find out whatever is wrong with you. I want you to fix it, so that you can come home.
Please get well soon,
Amy
DAY I
I do not know exactly what she wants me to do with this. I guess I will simply write the things down that pop into my head. Here goes everything.
Why am I insane?
They seem to think I’m a danger, a threat to society and myself, but am I? I’m a man living in my thoughts, and they want me stuck in a cage. They want me here for their own purposes: to study, gawk at, question. Pity is no way for them to spend a life, and yet I am the insane one. Their pattern repeats day by day and night by night. It is the only constant of my current existence, the only thing I know.
Conner Lamp
LOYOLA
BLAKEFIELD
LITARTMAG
2014
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