I'm probably just crazy, but...

I think it's true. I'm only human on the outside and something totally different on the inside. That might explain why I've felt so completely out of place for a huge portion of my life. That might explain why no one gets me (as I learned in a rather disheartening conversation last night).

Maybe I was meant to be a cat or something. I'm moody, I'm anti-social until I want to be loved on, and I'll urinate on your bed if you piss me off.

Or - better yet, maybe I should have been a dog... I'm loyal to the extreme so even if you kick me in the face I'll still sniff your ass lovingly. And I bite... I put my mouth all over you for no apparent reason.
I GREW UP IN MUNFORD. MAYBE I WAS RAISED BY ANIMALS.

Whatever the case - I'm just uncomfortable. With myself, with people. They make me nervous. I just want to go home - back to my home planet. All I do know is that I'm tiny and extremely intuitive. I feel too much; I hear things, I see things, I know things (that other people don't).

[help me]

I think this weekend would be a good one to go see my crazy favorite aunt so that I can ask her what crazy feels like. Yeah...