I've got the "not caring so much about what other people think" down... But there's so much more. I think the problem isn't on the surface. It's deeper than that. It's not just something that made me upset, it's what I can't wrap my fist around. I can't stop it before it get any deeper. It's diving, down, down. And there' snothing I can do about it.
Why is it that no one pays attention unless you do something drastic? She'll get better. It's just a bad day. Everydays a bad day. Some days I'm better at hiding it. Well, I never let it show at school.
I smile, I laugh. I'm a good little girl. I sound crazy, don't I? But what's wrong with crazy? Who said crazy wasn't normal... And what exactly is normal? Who decides who's nuts and who's sane? We don't have the power to see through someone elses eyes... Or feel what they feel.
Maybe I am crazy. But, I don't care what people think, remember? ;)
Quote-
"Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination."
-Mark Twain
"Sanity may be madness, but the maddest of all is to see life as it is, and not as it should be."
-Don Quixote
Song-
Crazy- Patsy Cline
-Grace
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