This is not a horror story. Even though it might seem like one, I just want to talk about me. Okay, well that topic is also scary. So instead why don't we talk about the definition of insanity. When I looked it up on Wikipedia, it said:
"in a state of mind that prevents normal perception, behavior, or social interaction; seriously mentally ill."
Incorrect. I believe that insanity is not just mental, its also the physical insanity that brings you closer to the edge of life. You know, the kind where you want to curl up into a ball and die. I am not quite sure when I started to go insane. Maybe when I first started to actually feel the weight of stress, or the first time my mom slapped me. I can't tell when. All I know now is that I am labeled "insane".
