Necessary Madness

I have come to believe that I am going crazy. Literally. I lie in bed at night and realize that I have forgotten parts of my day, because at the time I was so completely lost in my thoughts, I don't even remember what happened. Does that make me physcotic? Probably. Do I understand why? Not in the slightest.

I'm the type of person who tends to analyze things to the highest extent possible. I can spend hours just pondering one subject, picking it apart and questioning every aspect of it until I come up with a solution or a reason. Sometimes I tend to overanalyze things, and somehow make myself believe that they are worse then they actually are. Not always a good thing in most situations. It's gotten me into a lot of trouble in the past. But apparently, that's how my mind works.

I'm not the most perfect person in the world, nor am I the most intelligent. I make mistakes, and most of the time I don't handle things as I should. I live my life in a way that is probably not acceptable to some people, but it is who I am. Most do not understand why I do the things I do, and don't bother to ask. Many people can't accept me for who I am. But don't try to change me. If you can't accept me as who I am, then maybe we weren't meant to be friends at all.

I am who I am. And I don't change for anyone.