A/N: Seriously! You guys are making me feel left out! I feel like the only one who hasn't written a Holes RPG fic! So. . . *drumroll* HERE IT IS!

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

I'd never fit in at school. I'd always used to be the 'different' one, the 'strange' one, the demented one. I was smart, smarter than most anyway, and I always tried to fit in. But somehow it seemed impossible.

Hold on
Feeling like I'm heading for a breakdown
And I don't know why

People used to tease me. I never had any friends. I never got the girl. Every time I brought someone home, me, or my parents, used to freak them out, and they would run out, screaming.

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

My dad was a scientist and my mum was a. . . a. . . I'm not even sure what she was. Dad would always come out of the lab (the kitchen) with either something green and slimy stuck to his face, or some kind of mutant machine made from sheep bones or something.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be...me

That was, until I came to camp. Until I met Heather.

I'm talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking 'bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind

Heather was my dream girl. She was funny, talented, original, sweet and she didn't care that I was

paranoid.

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired

She had the most amazing eyes. Those eyes were like crystal pools. I could look at them all day. And her smile lit up a room. She was perfect, even in the mornings.

I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

Then that jerk, Craig, had to try to take her away. Stupid prat. Wish he'd die. He didn't have any problems. Had Arista falling head over heels for him, as well as other girls. Had that megawatt smile, that 'artfully tousled' hair, that charm that I could never even muster. He wasn't crazy.

I've been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away

But Heather didn't care about any of that. Even when things fell down around us: Alie getting pregnant, Squid shutting himself up in his room, Sookie being kidnapped, she still stayed strong. Still stayed with me. I think we were the only couple not to hit the rocks at any point, and for that I was grateful.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I'm not crazy. I don't think I am. Heather doesn't think I am. Everyone else does. I didn't use to be this way. I changed. I didn't adapt like other people my age. I never had a girlfriend, could never hold a friend for more than a week. I was crazy. I am crazy.

Yeah, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be

But Heather loves me, and if that means being crazy, then I'd take that any day.

How I used to be