CRAZY.

I hope you think I’m crazy.
I hope you think I’m crazy.
I hope you think I’m crazy.

I hope you talk badly of me, disect and judge me.
Spend the whole day googling me
I hope you and all your office mates sit around all day
reading my blog instead of working, ’cause you’re that dull
you have nothing better to talk about
than me—
and my crazy.

I hope you think I’m crazy.
I hope you think I’m crazy.
I hope you think I’m crazy.

I hope you say, “she’s insanely”.
I hope I live in your brain taking up all the positive space.
I hope your mood turns a constant negative shade of blue
because you can’t stop thinking of me—
and my crazy.

I hope you think I’m crazy.
I hope you think I’m crazy.
I hope you think I’m crazy..

…and while thinking about my crazy —
DIE, the boring-est death of all.

I’m going to repeat this line three more times
so that you’ll know for sure
I am CRAZY.

I hope you think I’m crazy.
I hope you think I’m crazy.
I hope you think I’m crazy—

Because baybee… I am.
😉