Take from this what you will.

I miss things I haven't been able to experience, or be a part of. I miss people I haven't gotten to be with yet. How is that possible? My impatience is not even reasonable. I bet everyone thinks I'm crazy.
I assure you, I am not crazy.I've messed up so much by being myself that people realize how I am. They know me. I will get no merit for the things I say now that I actually mean. I hate that I cannot be taken seriously.
(Things seemed to be a lot easier when I kept to myself.)I am beginning to think I cannot do anything right. I assume everything that is wrong is my fault, because nobody lets me know otherwise. I will probably continue to do so until
I've been told otherwise."always the martyr."
This is very unlike me.

I like this picture just because of its name.
Kamille took it and I didn't know. She saved it as
"talkintobrutal.jpg"
and that made me laugh. Because she's
crazy.
This could very well have something to do with you. Chances are, though, that it doesn't.