I'm not crazy, I just have a strange sense of humor. I can be 10x the amount of crazy I show on a daily basis, I just choose not to be for the sake of sanity, the little I have left. It fades everyday, all the silence and all the thinking, it's part of the curse of being a writer. I sound terrible, but I promise I'm okay. I find that dark humor and endless thoughts are surprisingly comfortable in my anxious life, it allows me to escape myself long enough to hold onto the small bit of sanity left within.