I'm not mad, I'm not, I'm not.

I'm happy and calm and I'm not scared or angry or sad, I'm happy. Happy as can be.

You lied again, you keep telling me that lie.

I'm not mad. Honestly.

But you keep telling me I am. Maybe I am.

But I saw outside. I saw the dark. I saw him. He was there.

But you'd think that if you were crazy. Wouldn't you?

I don't want to be mad.

I don't want to be alone.


  1. Charlie, you are not alone. There are a lot of people out there who have had similar experiences with him.

  2. You're completely alone. I mean, they're all dead, aren't they? You probably killed them.

  3. Fuck you Anon2

    Charlie, you're not mad, you're obviously under a lot of stress, but i don't think you're crazy

  4. What? I'm just saying what you're all thinking. This is mad.

    Tell me Charlie, when you look out of your window, what do you see? A tall faceless man? Pfft. A delusion shared by many.