My name is Jessy.
Hear that? There's that lady whispering they can't fix me. What does that mean? Man I itch, maybe it's the medicines.
I am losing control. Don't tell,they might lock me up.1
Keith works alot now. He hired people to live here and help. They are nice.2
This new place is pretty, lots of white. My new bed is comfortable.3
When Keith gets home he needs to fire one lady. She's weird, scary, they put her in a funny jacket.4
I'm tired. Keith must be working late again tonight. The lady said I will see him soon.
Author notes
When someone is truly insane they have no idea! This is my short version of this story the original can be found on my page.
My mother taught me if you have nothing nice to say, don't say it at all. Here for fun please respect that as I respect you. Thank you.
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May I suggest writing it on MS Notepad instead? Then you can cut and paste, way more efficient.
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