The only way you can beat my crazy was by doing something crazy yourself. Thank you. I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I just got stuck.
I opened up to you, and you judged me.
“I‘m just the crazy slut with a dead husband!”
I do this! Time after time after time! I do all this shit for other people! And then I wake up and I’m empty! I have nothing!
I am so much crazier than you