I'm Just Going To Leave This Here...
If I am reported missing in the near future and am found either semi-catatonic in my living room or wandering around the woods speaking like Nell from Nell (this scenario is highly unlikely because I think even in the midst of a psychotic break, I'd turn my nose up at doing something so rustic and outdoorsy, but just in case), please direct all concerned parties (parents, psychologists, police officers) to the following, because it will explain everything and will probably determine the best course of action for my medical treatment:
Franco thinks he is Jason. FRANCO thinks he is JASON. FRANCO THINKS HE IS JASON.
I mean, what can I even say besides "Sorry in advance for the all-caps rants I know are coming the longer this goes on"? I can scoff loudly and titter uncomfortably, but say? Besides "ACK!"? I can't.