I'm never going to be normal. I'm never really going to be ok. I don't even know why I continue to care. Waste of space and human body, that's me. Funny thing, if you met me and didn't know me at all, you'd think I'm normal, happy, well rounded and great. Well what I am is a great fucking actress. My head is a swirl of fucking madness that changes faster than the weather. You couldn't even catch up to me in an emotional crazy person race if you tried. What's the point of a life worth having and living if you can't even be human enough to enjoy it? A whole fucking year I have to wait on a waiting list to get help. A year. I'm at the end of the rope I had for myself which wasn't long to begin with. Too bad there isn't enough rope left to hang myself with.
cartman197:
That's all part of being human. What the hell really is normal? What is being human? It's how you utilize those talents and abilities that swirl through your head that matter. 