I am crazy. I am mad. I am odd. I am silly. I am thoughtless. I am outrageous. I am psychotic. I am outlandish. I am senseless. I am ridiculous. I am irrational. I am eccentric. I am reckless. I am peculiar. I am cracked. I am abnormal. I am stupid. I am foolish. I am unwise. I...
So lately, I've come to the point where I wouldn't hesitate to kill anybody who I don't see fit. No mater the relationship, family, friends, best friends.
This is just a statement, not saying that I will kill, but if I have too, I will.
I've been struggling with this for a while and I'm going to try to avoid censoring myself as I type.
My earliest memories don't go back to my birth because like most people, I have infantile amnesia. With this in mind, it is possible that I developed this issue as an infant but...
for attention? Or scream so I look strange? No. There is this thing in my head where I know it shouldn't be. It this little thing inside my brain, which talks me, which helps me cry to sleep. I have nothing to cry about though. Quite strange, huh? My teacher stares at me, I am...
It only hurts sometimes, when I see it there, waiting for me...
I know what I should do... Ignore it. Put it away... This time I let it take over again. I closed my eyes and let it take control.
I will get better one day, but not now... For now I will hide from everyone and...
It cleans my face
It can't be beat
Lathering up my short hair
Soap on a rope
Cleaning my shoulders
Down my arms
In my pits too
Can't even try to drop
Soap on a rope
Have to take it
Off my neck
In order to wash
With soap on a rope
Private parts feel
If I am crazy, if I am mad. Then this is the kind of mad I want to be.....The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn...
I have been telling people I am crazy since I was about 8 years old. Nobody ever believed me because I was more reasonable and rational at 8 than most people are now. It took a very long time for me to find a way to quickly describe the way in which I am insane. Here it is...
am a 15 year old girl and i got wedgie a lot from my girlfriend sometimes it terns me on but some time they hurt so much i just start crying.
the other day my girlfriend asked me if she could give me a wedgie and i should yes. so she did and i really liked it but when she was...
Are the delusional meant to recognize their delusions? Are the insane supposed to realize that they are crazy? I do realize that my mind constantly seems to lie to me....but the ideas, the beliefs I have just don't....they can't be right. They sound ridiculous so they just be...
Yeah so I've been going through one of my episodes. The world just seems black. I can't stop all the horrible thoughts going on in my head, no matter how much Father tries to make me feel better. I'm shocked by his kindness most days as I don't see what I've done to deserve it...
clavado en este rincon
como tu clavastes a mi corazon
estos tragos que tomo yo
son pura tristeza
y son mi dolor
te fuiste no se por que
yo se que me querias
y se que me adorabas
por si acaso quieres regresar
te voy a esperar te voy a esperar
tragos de amargo licor
who appear dull and two-dimensional. I guess you could call it a public persona, my apathetic and prudent attitude.
Though alone in intimate settings? I've been described as a destined hospital stay. I have a side of me that seeks thrill and adventure... I know I have this from...
watch, like I need to stop myself from getting ahold of thoughts with sharp edges as to not puncture my brain, stay away from jagged words as to not cut my tongue, to distance myself from barbed emotions as to not shred my veins into crimson wisps.
I love people who are called crazy, but because they have the courage to live and tell you what some normal people wouldn’t tell. Being normal is not a bad thing, but only being normal can be boring too, nothing in life has an ounce of joy if you don‘t have a touch of...
I didn't think that my life will change at 360 degrees...i mean...in this point of my life when i'm ****** up and everything...i realize that i'm no longer immature all the time and all this thing in my body...i feel changed..i feel like i'm another person..and i don't even know...
I am so silly, weird, random, and crazy. I'm not just around anybody though. The ones who know me really well say I'm one of the most silliest person they've ever met. I have no shame about it. I love being weird! I'd rather be strange than boring...
I have been called crazy all of my life.... In and out of hospitals, group homes, Jails/prisons. Never had a stable place to really be home. I like to harass and annoy people when I don't get my way and push their buttons until they treat me bad--- and then explode. Well, I tell...
Last weekend my friends and I went to the local open air mall and we spent the majority of the time going into random stores smelling merchandise and getting 20 question machines to think we had dirty minds when we were just thinking about pie the one time we tried 'dirty stuff...
People like to choose comfort over freedom because they fear they would be lost without rules that limits what the world defines sane as. With Freedom comes anything possible.
Comfort being sane and Freedom being insane.
I'm crazy like.. easter bunnies.
I'm crazy like.. Jim Carrey.
I'm crazy like.. Screech from Saved by the Bell.
I'm crazy like.. a crazy person.
Where are you going?
Why are you looking at me like that?
I hadn't even...
I've had quite a few bad incidents but three of them were especially stupid.
1) My boyfriend told me about a time he had cheated on me 2 years prior. I began to drive the car like crazy (he was in the car with me), skipping stop signs and red lights, turning violently...
Every generation in my family has one that's kinda "off". I guess that's me this time around. I'm crazy in a harmless, weirdo sort, not the, "holy hell, that guy's unstable" sort. I'll generally go about simple tasks in very unusual ways, I...
well theres something that has to be told but i cant let myself or tink say anything about it. although i want to, theres still a part of me that wont let her. im also beging to go back to my old self about barely caring about anything that i dont see need for me to care about...
I was crazy once. They locked me in a rubber room. They told me I was crazy.
I was crazy once. They locked me in a rubber room. They told me I was crazy.
I was crazy once. They locked me in a rubber room. They told me I was crazy...
I cant help it but im totally crazy mental. All my friends tell me so. "In a good way" they say! I guess its cause im wee bit more emotional than most people should be. When good things happen im ecstatic! But when bad things happen I have bad panic attacks and its really not...
or so i've been told.
if this is crazy, i think i like it.
when i worked at the haunted house, the nights when i wasn't the vampire bride i was 'insane asylum girl'. the costume was a straight jacket, mussed hair, and dark eyes. i sat in a padded room, with a red...
I have lived all my life avoiding troubles and not doing nothing stupid. I am now 20 and I am thinking the opposite. It's probably just hormones, who know..but I need to do something crazy, something insane in order to feel alive. I have that thin inner voice that shouts "f1cking...
ive been told by my mom,
that crazy i am.
ive been told by my siblings,
that crazy i am,
theres been doctors,
crazy is what they call me,
therapist try to rephrase it,
but crazy is what they call me.
they say i have traumas, & that theres many ways to heal
but naa im fine, pain...
I've been called:
the next Uni-Bomber
I really couldn't tell you if I was crazy or not. That is up for other people to. And not the ones inside of my head.
I tell a lot of people I'm crazy, and I tell myself that too. Some run away, some give me comfort and some stay to take advantage of my weak mind state.
I remember telling a couple of boys and girls that I am crazy and that they shouldn't really talk to me when we are at...
Emotions cast away deemed worthless by me, I live on nothing but on the instincts of primitive humanity. Numbness aspires from my heart and blind my senses to feel.
I am alone again. I guess, I'll live life as I always do.
I am a college student studying undergraduate Electronics and Telecommunications Engineering. Today, we were having a lecture on Digital Communications when something very funny happened, making me lose control of my sense of humor for a while.
What happened was, I was randomly...
last year i was on a dirtbike riding it after working midnights . No shirt . no helmet . just me and the bike and a windy day . i was doing great . then i decided to do a one wheel ride . Crashed and burned . the bike landing on me cracking ribs and ******* up bike . Instead of...
On this road, that nobody else walks,
my eyes see nothing but grey and dull.
But I met a girl whom can talk
on another road that runs off
the highway of insanity.
Experiences filled with joy and sorrow
renewed my resolve, little by little
we changed each other to borrow...
i was washing my hands and i looked up in the mirror and started laughing hysterically.
not just like haha. it was like LMAO for real. and there was no point in it either.
i was just laughing. my mom was like what the hell are you okay in there?? and i came out and was...
Here is my bucket list, the order is not according to the priority but as it comes to my mind..
1. Go to Paris
2. Travel to Antarctica
3. Learn Scuba Diving
4. Write a book
5. Eat chocolate whole day
6. Bungee Jumping
7. Love someone more than me
8. Be proud of being a Son, a...
My ex wife and I were together for more than 3 years.she was my EVERYTHING and she made me feel the same way everyday of our lives together.we were always a team like literally, we were partners...we always do things together like we cannot live without each other,and even if...
Did you know that Zebras are actually just normal horses painted black and white?When a Zebra gives birth it poops out a horse along with a painter. That painter then goes on painting that horse black and white, that explains why each Zebra's pattern is different. When the...