You know, a lot of people joke about how “crazy” or “mad” certain things are, but I often wonder if they really know what they’re saying? Have they ever had to throw their phone across the room so they wouldn’t be tempted to call their close friend and bitch her out just for texting “how are you?”? Have they ever come to and found themselves curled up on the bathroom floor, squished behind the toilet as though hiding from something? Have they ever had to call their best friend in the middle of the night because they were so covered in blood and tears and snot that they couldn’t tell the difference? Have they ever seriously believed everyone in their life was lying to them about caring, for selfish reasons? If not, maybe they should rethink their choice of words.

(For the record, I did all of that in one month. It was a fun month. Really.)

All I’m saying, muffins, is that you should be very careful when you say something. Some of us may resemble your comment.

I’ll admit, though, I’m as bad as anyone about this. Because things do often seem mad or insane to me. Or maybe, because my view of the world is skewed, should I instead write things off as being “sane” and “normal”? I don’t know. I don’t know much of anything anymore.

Really, a girl who spends as much of her life trying not to vomit her medication back up as I do can’t afford to be all that judgmental.