well..

..i'm back at the house(<- notice how i didn't say "home") weekend with Dad is over.. nothing really happened, except i feel like i really pigged out, cause well, i did. put on weight? i don't know maybe, maybe not. i went for a walk by myself and danced and shit on the rocks on the creek and lake-thingy. i looked like an escaped mental patient for sure, i mean i could be, i'm crazy as fuck. whhoooooooooaaaaa.. like what if this (my life, the universe, etc..) is all a dream from the mind of some greater power, and i, you, everything isn't even real? what if said greater power, or whom ever you believe in, is dreaming of this universe and none of it is really existing? if everything you thought was concrete and surely real is all just..nothing? you get my point-sorta? well see? that so proves that i could be crazy. as for my legit craziness, it seems as though i have intrusive thoughts often, like thoughts, not critical of myself exactly, that are bothersome and uncontrollable. i mean, yeah, i have many other mentally insane symptoms. like, maybe not this but, being able to write such dark and depressing poetry shit then be ditzy happy go lucky shit in like 2 minutes fat. weird right? be happy and shit then go like "oh fuck the world.. i'm ready to die" and shit. never said i was normal now did i? goodnight duckies, have sweet dreams, and make good choices(<- cliche)

~Lindsey