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81.Crazy

Hello again, today is Wednesday, December 5, 2012. How does one know when one is crazy? I've been pegged as crazy by untrained people; classmates, adults, passing parts of my own self, but never by a professional. My mother thinks that I'm an unstable type like one of those loners that one day, suddenly goes on a killing spree. Or by classmates as a quiet internalized intellect with high psychopathic tendencies. When I start to think I'm crazy its because I feel intense spasms of anger boil in my body. I feel anger and madness course through my veins replacing my blood's place. At tines I feel provoked to kill, but I stifle my urges, reassuring myself that it is only a passing anger and nothing to change my last name to Holmes and call myself "The Joker" for. I haven't asked any trained person because I detest psychoanalysts, psychiatrists, and other people of that sort. This comes from my first encounter with one of these people, his name was Dr. Samuel Romerowski. The name drips loathing as I write each letter of it. Also I don't care to ask if I am mad, for even if I was diagnosed, I wouldn't change whatsoever.

As always,

ZenMercury,
Keep calm, and do you think you're crazy at times? Do you think I'm crazy? I do, at least for now.

ZenMercury

@ZenMercury

I think a lot about many things, but don't like to think about one thing too much; I'm kind of a rambling man.

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