When people see me they think I'm crazy.
Paranoia does silly things to people. At this moment in time I know it is silly, but earlier, I was convinced everybody I walked past thought I was crazy; Not good crazy. Bad crazy. This would be okay if it was a one off. But it isn't. It will be back again tomorrow.
I think I'm crazy. My best friend would tell me otherwise.
I don't know what to think anymore.