I knew I was insane way before this.

It started when I was 10.

Hearing those voices in the back of my head, whispering to me in the voices of my friends.

It continued when I was 12.

Thinking I saw something even when there can't be anything, because I've looked before and when I look again. Nothing.

It didn't get worse until now.

There are people.

I swear there are people and at the same time I swear that I wasn't insane.

There are people.

Dark shadows lurking behind edges, waiting. Waiting for me to go there.

Am I insane, or is this real?

Because if I'm not insane by now, I will be in a bit, because this is driving me to madness.

There are people, mom. And they're angry at you.