A/N: I've been feeling like I'm insane recently, so I figured now would be a good time to get a jump on this story that I've been hardcore neglecting.

When I was young, that's all I heard. "You're crazy, you're not right, there's something wrong with you." Every single one of them thought I was crazy. Then I met my friends, and they didn't think I was crazy. They didn't understand. Nobody understands.

But they didn't think I was crazy.

Now they do. Now they think there's something wrong with me. Now they agree. They're not on my side anymore because they don't think I'm right, they don't think I need to exist.

But I've never been crazy. Everyone thought I was, but all my life, I've been just fine.

A/N: I like writing in this style. I like it very much so.