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I gots to get outta here, I says to myself. Out of my defective brain and into la-la-land once more. It's the only place I'm not abhorred.
I keep walkin' around with my pajama pants on, and people give me funny looks, like I don't live here or something. I'll see a thousand girls with their PJS walking down the streets getting looks for different reasons. Maybe it's not my pants. Maybe I'm starting to look crazy.
I'm certainly starting to FEEL crazy. Starting is such a lie. I should say I've always felt crazy. Like the slow drip of the tap, eroding the sink below. Like a short circuit every once in a while.
I've been "diagnosed" with ADD, ADHD, Bipolar, Schizophrenia, Manic Depression, etc, etc... they're all just opinions. No one knows for sure. All that I know is that I am cursed and blessed at the same time, and that statement in itself is too simplistic. It's shades of gray at all times, you see. I have been shown the door, and choose the window instead. Life is a series of unending coincidences and (seemingly) meaningless metaphors. It doesn't end, but it does change. Everything changes, and change is scary. But change it must, and so I must. But at the same time, I never will.
Am I crazy? Or just smarter than myself?
I keep walkin' around with my pajama pants on, and people give me funny looks, like I don't live here or something. I'll see a thousand girls with their PJS walking down the streets getting looks for different reasons. Maybe it's not my pants. Maybe I'm starting to look crazy.
I'm certainly starting to FEEL crazy. Starting is such a lie. I should say I've always felt crazy. Like the slow drip of the tap, eroding the sink below. Like a short circuit every once in a while.
I've been "diagnosed" with ADD, ADHD, Bipolar, Schizophrenia, Manic Depression, etc, etc... they're all just opinions. No one knows for sure. All that I know is that I am cursed and blessed at the same time, and that statement in itself is too simplistic. It's shades of gray at all times, you see. I have been shown the door, and choose the window instead. Life is a series of unending coincidences and (seemingly) meaningless metaphors. It doesn't end, but it does change. Everything changes, and change is scary. But change it must, and so I must. But at the same time, I never will.
Am I crazy? Or just smarter than myself?