sometimes, i don’t understand you. or myself
i really don’t. did i do something to make you act that way?
did you do something to make ME act this way?
or was it all just figments of my imagination, the way some girls use PMS as an excuse for everything? [btw, i really was PMS-ing. it wasn’t a made-up lie to get out of it]
maybe we’re all just crazy and you’re just a manifestation of my crazy interacting with the crazy of another person.
