Insanity: My Diagnosis

They said he was loosing his mind

The one who got me started on click-clacking my way to digital happiness

You think he’s the crazy one,

But I haven’t slept in over 20 hours, and this is the 5^th thing I’ve written today after 1 month of silence.

I

AM NOT

CRAZY

I’m sad

This behavior has nothing to do with the mind, or loss of.

Not this, this comes from emotions

Because I haven’t seen him since Friday January 9^th, and I know that he knows this year is ending.

He knows that one day his class will be empty, that we’ll all be gone

Moved on to universities

Headed toward majors in Business, Law, or dare I say it… ART.

But he knows that one day his class will be filled with new people

He’ll get to recycle jokes, and re-tell stories,

But no one will ever re-tell our stories…

And no faces will ever replace our faces.

I bet he hopes we never replace him.

And you can bet your ass I won’t

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This goes out to the most important class I ever took. The one that taught me more than any other class and did it with no tests and no books

To the class that taught me to be myself, and to love it

The class I will never forget. Creative Writing

So jocks keep being jocks 

Thugs keep being thugs

Punks keep being punks

And emos keep being emos

But when you come into Kyle Nelson's Creative Writing class, put your false ID aside

Because when you realize you're all just people, and that everyone is different

That is when you'll learn the most

Thanks Kyle for teaching me the most important lessons

you

This is for you. Nobody else.

And I hope it finds you at the right time.

For the one who is taking care of a family alone… while still in high school.

For the one who works to provide for everyone. Everyone but themselves.

This is for you.

For the one who is scared of everyone but themselves.

For the one eating between the double doors.

This is for you.

For the one whose collapsing under the pressure of grades, friends, and family.

And for the ones who’ve already been smashed.

This is for you.

For the one whose only canvas is the space between the palm of their hand and their elbow.

For the one who knows their mind could produce horror movies, yet they strive to be positive.

This is for you.

For the one whose happiness comes from a pill, and who is blind to the people they inspire, but fully aware to the ones they do not.

This is for you.

For the one whose nights are spent crying, and whose weekends consist of isolation.

For the ones whose worst enemies are their minds, and whose lives are rated R.

This is for you.

You. The ones walking through the halls behind their masks of happiness. The ones who think they are alone, that no one sees them.

The ones who think they can fool everyone. You might be able to fool them, but not me.

I’ve been there.

I know what it’s like to have the happiness sucked out of life, and to want nothing more than to end the pain.

But I know you care. You know that ending your pain will only bring so much more to others. Don’t do it. I love you. We love you. We care so much.

So come find me. I won’t judge. I remember the pain. And I don’t want anyone dealing with it by themselves. I already know you. And that’s why I’m here… waiting to help.