I'm not, really, all there you know?

The hatman tells me I got a few screws loose. Then he just gets up and walks through the wall.

There's a lady that vomits on my front porch everyday. She does while staring at me, smiling like a little kid. Then runs off and laughs.

There are bugs on my skin. People will tell me their not real, but even so I can't help but scratch at it.

My mother is a multi-armed monster that screeches at me everyday. Though I must say, I'm quite used to it.

Trust me, I envy anybody that can live normally.