crazy person

Apr 15, 2006 18:49

All I need sometimes is someone to hold my head and hum to me that the world is at my fingertips. I want my boyfriend to sing to me. Even if he is tone deaf.
I'm a little crazy. I think it the thoughts in our heads that make us crazy. It been a while since I have seen a movie that involved a crazy ward. I love those kinds though. I feel like I've been there.
I swallow my craziness, pushing towards that point of passing by. My depression sometimes presents itself in my dreams, when I do things out of character, and I don't know why, but I enjoy it.
I used to be afraid to write the things I thought in this journal because my psychologist then read them. He drove me nuts. He isn't my doctor anymore though. I'm taking the right medicine. When I don't take my medicine, I feel like slicing my wrists every minute.
I used to be more interesting to read. People thought I was "funny". I don't think I was funny. Not once. Then someone realized that and finally let me go from their life. Good for them.
I think it would be easier to live in a mental hospital, where they fill you up with drugs and then you can't tell left from right.
This is a bs entry.
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