Insanity at it's finest.

[singlepartoftwo]

No one will ever understand me.
In fact, I don't even understand myself.
I don't know why I do the things I do.
I don't know why I think the way I think.
Most of the time, I do things on impulse and I don't even realize that I'm doing it.
I don't know what is wrong with me.
Maybe there is nothing wrong with me.
Maybe I just think there is...and believe there is.
Maybe I don't want to think it, yet I cannot stop thinking it.
Maybe it is insanity.
Fuck...who knows?