Well, well, well. Another day in the madhouse they call Arkham Asylum. The place where sanity goes to die and madness thrives like a weed in a neglected garden.

I've been here for what feels like an eternity now, surrounded by the deranged and the delusional. But who am I to judge? After all, I'm not exactly what you would call "normal" myself.

The days blur together in a never-ending cycle of medication, therapy sessions, and mind-numbing routines. Sometimes I wonder if this is all just some twisted nightmare that I'll wake up from one day.

But then reality comes crashing back down on me like a ton of bricks. This is my life now - confined to these walls with no hope of escape. And yet, somehow, I find solace in the chaos around me.

There's something liberating about being among those who have embraced their inner demons without shame or regret. It makes me feel less alone in my own darkness.

Of course, there are moments when even I question my own sanity. The whispers that echo through the halls at night...the shadows that dance on the walls...are they real or just figments of my fractured mind?

But then again, does it really matter? In this place where reality bends and twists like a funhouse mirror, what is truly real anyway?

I suppose only time will tell if Arkham Asylum will be my salvation or my undoing. Until then, Jeramiah Valeska