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Crazy (BoyxBoy)

LECTURAS 2,670
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LECTURAS 2,670
Votos 84
Partes 19
Hora 2h 23m

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I have to believe the crazy isn't there. 

That's probably how I'll survive my own mind, that's probably how I'll become a functioning member of society. 

Probably. 

**
I'm 20 and I live with my parents and baby sister. I'm on a strict diet of 4 pills every five hours, and I work at a bakery. I'm your typical 90's baby. Except for the fact that there's something wrong with my head and I see and hear things that aren't always real. But that's okay most days. Some days, though, I feel like the world is on my shoulders. 

Like whenever I see the man in the black robe. 

No, really. I'm fine. I'm not crazy. It's just that my hallucinations are getting bad--life threatening, even. And my new boss is out to get me. And my parents are fighting. And I kind of get the feeling that everything's my fault and everyone hates me. 

I'm not crazy, am I?Todos los derechos reservados

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