it's crazy how for so long you can hold onto the idea you might be crazy, despite all evidence to the contrary. most of us are just people trying to live out normal lives, and we care for others, help others, enjoy peoples company, laugh, kid, have fun... and for some reason - not for one moment in all that do we think hey what the hell does it mean to be "crazy," because if i am "crazy," then everyone else is to.

i have what i believe are abnormal experiences. intrusive thoughts, which are no more than my illness, but they kind of make me think that. but then again it's a silent epidemic. everyone has those kinds of thoughts. come to think about it i'm not sure if they're abnormal, but if they are, it's not me, it's my illness. and it follows that... of course they have no bearing.... in anything i concern myself with.

oh, and if someone tells you you're crazy. that's just bs. you know yourself, and you know what you go through. and you know where you stand, and what you're about. don't let them touch you.