I remember the first time we met so clearly. She was stunning. Her long blue coat was so unusal. I had gotten so used to white ones. I found her to be quite a breath of fresh air in my monotonous little life.

From the get go she was so attentive and understanding. Not a word I spoke went unheeded. She would even take notes from time to time. This is something I found a little odd but it sort of grew on me after a while.

As time went on though I found us growing apart. I rarely saw her and when I did she was becoming secretive. She tried to drug me, so she could sneak off and be with her friends in the white coats. This frightens, confuses and aggrevates me immensely every time I think of it. She's playing with my mind on purpose. I'm sure of it. Now she is saying my jealousy has made her afraid of me.

Obviously she has become dellusional. SHE has imprisoned me in this room. SHE has had a straight jacket put on me by her two big friends because I tried to strangle her. I only did it out of love, I swear. All of her friends keep trying to convince me that she's my doctor and that I have to stop talking to you, wall, my one and only true comfort. I know the truth though my friend and that is that I'm fine and my so called "doctor" is the one that's off the rails...

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