I’m Not Insane

It doesn't take much to explode, for the entire world to quiver for just one second. Just combine a few things, close your eyes, and let it blow. The feeling is wonderful and freeing, it makes you feel more alive than playing with knives. I know, I know I sound kind of insane and the truth is, I am. My mother and father admitted me maybe three months ago today, I don't know exactly I was kind of asleep. I'm not going to elaborate it's kind of embarrassing. Maybe I should explain to you how I made my first bomb. When I was younger my dad worked at this company, and this company had a lot of chemicals, openly available. You know little me wandered upon a few of this started combing them and then— BOOM! I might have permanently scarred my face, but it was worth it. I know what you're thinking, shouldn't I have died? The thing is the bomb was super tiny, minuscule tiny. It just happened to be big enough to explode my tiny face, get me rushed to the hospital, and locked in my room with nothing but a blanket for a few days. While I was in that room I began scouring for anything to get me out of my room. There was nothing, absolutely nothing. My room was completely bare of any readily available chemicals, I know such a surprise. Eventually my mom let me out. That's when I started really getting into chemistry, and well bombs. Overtime I developed several bombs and when my mom wasn't looking sneaked them to the secluded field to test them. Overtime I became weary of the occasional suspicious black car across the street. You know what, who cares about that, I'm still in this "mental" hospital. There will definitely be chemicals here.