Yes! This word is very familiar to me... People call me crazy including you... But it is for you... I want to remain crazy for you until my dying day and this intensity/frequency of LOVE keeps on increasing.
maybe i don't deserve to call myself broken. instead i am closer to pointless, like sundials in the age of digital watches. a few people keep me in their gardens and sometimes they try to figure out what my darkness means, but in the end they always leave. it doesn't even matter if i manage to be pretty, no matter what i do, being around me will never be easy.