Insane Love

Loving Me is Loving Insanity

I may be normal at first glance. But look closer... Look into my eyes. You'll see a spark that no one else has. Insanity. Insanity is what you will see. Do you still want me? My giant emotionless smile. My empty laughter. Is this what you like?

Normal? Is my acting that good? I didn't think my acting could fool such a bright mind. Hm? Oh yes! I like you, dear. Was it not obvious? However, you are too bright for a dark, twisted mind.

Twisted, yes, that's what I said. Dark, too. No one knows what goes through my head day after day. The depression, anxiety, and of course my insanity.

Whats this? Why are you pulling out your phone. I'm happy this way. I like being insane. I have insane friends. We aren't struggling. Oh, you mean my depression? Don't worry about that either. I may have scars, but none of them are new. I'm used to pain, either way.

My anxiety? That's ok, too. I'm not struggling that much. Oh, dear. It isn't struggling if you're used to doing it. Used to feeling it. My smile? Oh.. Oh please, it's not as pretty as yours. Yours is bright, and real. Mine is faded, and emotionless. Everything I do is emotionless.

The difference between me and you, dear, is that you're normal. You have lots of normal friends, and a normal mind. Your smile and eyes are normal. Even your hair is normal. Everything about you is normal. As normal as the sun rise and set. Me? I'm insane, I thought we already established this. I don't like repeating myself.

Do you still want me? Do you still like me? Am I still on your normal mind? I shouldn't be. Why? Because, loving me is loving Insanity.