Wednesday 22 February 2012

I've put myself in a straitjacket

I've put myself in a straitjacket. And I'm wearing it in a padded cell. And I'm not happy at all. Because I have to share the cell with people who are insane. They even want to get inside my jacket. That's how sick they are.

I didn't invite them. I've put myself in a situation that I need to get out of. I had no idea so many jokers would be joining me. Who are these people? What makes them think they have anything in common with me?

They say they're friends. Oh, it's so ridiculous. How can they be friends? I shouldn't have put myself in the jacket. I shouldn't have put myself in the cell. I was asking for trouble, wasn't I? Maybe, one day, I'll look back on this and laugh.

But I'm almost crying now.