It wasn't about fear or about trust. You didn't want to take a break. You called me insane. Insane. You told me you loved me, you built me up. Maybe you loved me once but if I am insane now I was insane then, too. How can you "love" an insane girl? How could you touch my hair and play with my hands like I was human? I am insane, right? Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Did I kiss you over and over and expect love? Did I hold you the same one day as the next and expect you to stay? Did I spend hours on the phone with you day by day for you to call me insane?
I'm not insane, and the nerve you had to say that word.
Some people go through fucking hell to get to where they are and even that's not enough for some people.
I lost every little fucking piece of happiness in my life, you let me have it back, and then you called me insane because I loved it.
Madness.
Well my definition of insanity is a word people use to bring you down and make you feel worse about doing absolutely nothing.
I'm probably insane for thinking that, too.
