When Jack and I went to the nurses today for my daily check up, there was a boy there. The nurse told me he was schizophrenic too, but they couldn't test the drug out on him yet that's helping me.

I asked him what his name was and he said Kyle. Then I asked him where we are and he told me the zoo. I wish I could help him. Was that really how I was? I'm not sure if I'm supposed to tell him about the "zoo" or just leave it. I have no idea how they treated me because of how gone I was.

I asked Kyle what his favorite exhibit was and he told me he enjoyed the lions. Jack whispered in my ear that in art therapy they were doing paper mache lions.

I feel so bad for this kid. Even if he gets better treatment, he'll probably live just how I do, constantly fearing that what I'm seeing doesn't exist. What if this is just another layer to it? I feel more conscious, and can remember how I feel before, but what if it's a lie?

I wish I could be helping Kyle.