Insanity. A favorite term of mine. A term used to describe me so well. Everytime I hear "Tobias, you're fucking insane!", a smile appears on my face and you can practicaly say I'm okay with the world.But, with so many definitions now swirling around in today's society, it's kinda hard determining which "insane" I am. Am I funny insane? Am I not-with-the-In-Crowd insane? Or am I the best kind of insane? The dark, sadistic, and sexual insane?Being either one makes me happy. I just want to know which. I make jokes. I make people laugh. Therefore, I'm insane. I don't like wearing the same shit other people have on because I don't like to "fit in". Therefore I'm insane. Ah, but here's where it gets tricky...I enjoy death. I enjoy pain. I enjoy heartache. I enjoy manipulating those around me, molding them to meet my needs and enjoyment. Sometimes, I have dreams of even my closest friends burning in a hole of fire. A Hell I created with my own hands. At night, when I'm lying in my bed, I swear I can hear voices softly whispering to me "Hate him. Hate her. Kill them." I'm the only one who laughs at a gore scene in the movie theaters. Speaking of which, have you ever noticed that people make the funniest faces when they die...Regardless of which Insane I am...I'm insane either way.And that...makes me happy.
