I am the "who" when you call "Who's there?"

Halloween is my favorite time of year. I just wish you were here. We could scream and scare poeple when it gets dark.
I over did it again. 6 this time. I'm waiting for the day when it's just one too many.
Oh, don't worry. I'll take some more in the morning so I won't be too crabby when you see me tomorrow.
They're making me lose weight. Making me think. Making me sleep.
I don't want to be like everyone else. I don't want to have to be medicated to be unconscious.
Maybe I should move into someone elses bed.
We could trade minds, too. But I don't want you stuck with this. And to be honest, I'd hate to have a mind like yours.
Even though it's probably better than mine.
This doesn't make sense, does it?
It's okay if you don't get it, but I'm not spelling it out for you.
I think the only reason you want me to get better is so you don't have to deal with it anymore.
"She's talking about me." Probably. I don't want to fight. I don't want to yell. I don't want to whisper "fuck you" everytime you turn around.
I just want you to GET IT.
No one does.
No one will.
And it's my fault because I won't say anything.
If you're letting me go, let me know so I can find someone else to hold onto. Don't just cut me off.


Got a case of the crazies.
I need to throw up.