It was bad this time, you guys.
I felt like a crazy version of myself. Like, I knew my brain was being unreasonable, and my thoughts were unusual. I wanted things that I don’t really want out of life, and I could have made some big mistakes. I’m going to blame it on my out-of-control, rage-tastic hormones. Because holy crap, y’all.
I’m convinced this excessive level of crazy is because it coulda been twins.
There might be some leftover crazy in my brain still....