I really hate how people profess that they are truly “crazy.” They feel the need to yell at me for stupid shit because they just “can’t” control themselves. People pretend that they are crazy all the time. They will tell you that “have” to do thing a certain way or else they flip out or go nuts. That’s fine. How about you let me baby you? Then you treat me and everyone else like shit.

First let me start off by saying your not special. You’re not crazier then everyone else. You’re not helpless to your emotions. People try to pull that crap all the time.

“I have issues.”

Guess what asshole, we all do. What you are is a little baby who doesn’t “want” to control their emotions. Crazy people “can’t” control their emotions. Oh, let me guess you’re BIPOLAR too?! Of course you are. That’s because it’s probably the only mental illness besides schizophrenia that you ever heard of.  Now you’ll probably tell me the “voices” told you that you were crazy.  Yeh, yeh… sure they did. Well the “voices” speak to me too you know. They tell me you’re full of shit.

Don’t get me wrong, there are people out there with problems. People actually do have mental illnesses. But if you’re reading this and you’re already getting pissed, then you’re not crazy! True crazy people would just agree and laugh at this. No one who is really crazy wants to be. The people who are crazy don’t try to prove it to other people. They try to disprove it.

Instead of broadcasting it to the world, pretend like you don’t want anyone to know! That shouldn’t be too hard, since no one wants to know you anyways. When you really do have problems, it makes you an outcast. Once you become an outcast, people don’t like you and don’t want to be around you. Usually people try to hide it the best they can.

Maybe you want people to give you attention. Maybe you want people to fear you, because you feel weak. Well if you really want attention, go to the mall, sit in the food court, smash your head against the table and yell, “Mashed Potatoes, Mashed Potatoes!” I sure you’ll get a lot of attention. You might even get an someone to escort your crazy ass out.

 Oh and by the way… Mr. or Mrs. Crazy Pants… FUCK YOU!

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