You know what my mother said to me today. She told me I was a manipulative lying asshole, that will do anything and everything in her power to get what I want.
I guess it was supposed to hurt, but it didn't... I reveled in it, found it more as a compliment than an insult.
I think I'm going crazy and the craziest part is I don't mind, or in better words I don't care. I know I'm not a psychopath and a sociopath, because I do feel( When I want to).
The idea of death does not faze me unless it is after family. I don't trust my best friend and if she died today I don't think I would cry.
I would be more upset about that I didn't have anyone to sit at lunch with anymore. I know what right and wrong is and I know what is classified as wrong, I just don't find it morally wrong.
Like if I killed someone I would know what I did was wrong in the legal sense. Meaning I would know I could go to prison for this, but I wouldn't feel bad.
And what scares me is that it doesn't scare me.
-I just might be...
Crazy.
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Crazy
Non-FictionMy private thoughts, the things I tell no one because my secrets are to dark. If you look at my stories and they seem morbid or surrounded by death. This is why, this is what I think. This is me and i'm Crazy
