I want to scream.
Right now I want to rip myself open and let out this huge scream.
Shake the house.
Shake the world.
I'm convinced I've got some kind of mental illness.
But if you think you're insane your sane.
And it your insane you never know it.
So how do you ever know?
You don't I guess.
I need to see a shrink again.
Without my mother this time.