Sometimes, I can really feel myself going crazy.
I mean I can really feel it, going through my body, the energy running to my brain, shocking it and sending out crazy vibes.
Doesn’t that itself sound crazy?
And then all these emotions just settle over me, and I’m overcome with this need to cry, but I hold it back. My mom sitting next to me on the couch as I stare into nothing on the ceiling above me.
And I look at her, and quickly she just looks away and asks a question that is most likely a repetition I hadn’t heard before.
But she hasn’t looked away fast enough. In that split second, I see the worry in her eyes as she looks at my face, crazy probably written all over it.
I see what I don’t wan’t to see in her eyes, and face. I see fear, I see emotions that I don’t know how to write.
I immediately clear my face, but much the same as she didn’t look away fast enough, I did not clear my face fast enough.
And she saw all I did not want her to see.