Monday, October 25


sometimes it just takes the littlest thing to drive me crazy, which makes me think maybe I am really really close to crazy. I mean if it only takes a little push from an annoying repeating sound, say my boss' obnoxious internal computer fan, to make me want to rip out the fan with my bare hands and crush it's metallic spirit against a wall, is it really that far-fetched to think the looney bin isn't too far away?

what is the line between crazy and sane? is it the border between california and the rest of the world? cause if so, then i lamely admit they've gotten to me.


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