Maybe I’m not completely analytical and insane in my own thoughts. Maybe there’s a sane part of me dying to get out and I’m not taking this out of hand. Honestly I have to calm down. Calm the fuck down. I hear all my life people telling me to calm down, never thought I’d tell  myself. I’m so stubborn it’s not even entertaining anymore. I want to lay down and be rest assured that this isn’t fucked up, my life, and that I’m loved and I have a good future ahead of me. What makes me more mad is that I’m just sitting back, with a big grin on my face, letting it happen.