The Murmers of a Mad Woman

What was insane classified as? Was it being so mad at the world for tearing your life apart that you let it out on someone else? Was it protecting someone you loved, even if it meant hurting other people in the process? Picturing people who are insane, I always thought of drool, flinging shit at the walls, people who were more like animals then humans who just had fucked up lives. Who knew though, for all I knew, that's what I was like.
The insane asylum wasn't an asylum at all.It was a living hell, a white furnace, built to incernerate the happiness and peace of mind that is instilled in everything a person lives for. My experience was more than different than most.
Beyond these pages lies the terrorizing, sick story of my life.