I am not crazy!
Okay, that’s a lie.
I’m pretty insane.
I run six different Tumblr blogs

Name any ship and they’re probably my OTP
I could watch Big Hero 6 on repeat.
No, I don’t hear voices.
I don’t see ghosts or visions.

I just suffer from severe anxiety.
I push myself to the edge
I eat whatever is put in front of me
A bug, a bandaid, chewed gum, you name it.

I’m fascinated by death and
Honestly the most passive suicidal
Person that you’ve ever met ever.
I love blood and gore.

But that sick red fluid,
It makes me ill.
I am extremely passive aggressive
And bold as hell.

Heck, I got a boy to take his shirt off
And then I asked for his number.
(update, we need to stop talking about him because I asked him if he would come and he said he might #dab)
I talk to myself

I live in solitary confinement
My own brain locking me up.
I sing a lot at work
I imagine conversations

My biggest fear is performance
But I am in here performing every week.
I am convinced that love is an illness,
That feelings are controllable

That I am my own person.
I’m honestly mad.
I’ve imagined my reaction to friend and family deaths
I’ve realised the simplicity of murder.

I’m 90% sure I’m marrying a fictional character
I promise that I’ll never be perfect, just for you
For heaven’s sake, I do dumb things for fun.
I laugh at everything,

Dream about fiction,
And deny having any sanity left.
I’m careless for the adrenaline,
I’ll step out of my comfort zone,

To experience the harsh reality zone.
So, yeah, I’m really crazy
Clinically anxious and depressed
Survivor of my own brain.

But hey, I’m addicted to madness
What can I say?