Going Crazy の小説・ストーリー

This is just too crazy… --To be continued…

“I’m back on the market. Wild and free, and so ready to cut loose. Tonight is going to be great!” Why do I get the feeling things are about to get crazy?

Meanwhile I'm all like: WHAT THE F*CK!!!!! Is this guy crazy or wahh?.....

"I so fuckin' hate you right now!" "You need to broaden your speech capabilities." "Fuck you!" I just kept making slow steady circles with my hand. She let loose another huff of air. "I'm not normal!" "Neither am I." "You're weird," she said. "But I go crazy." "We're all crazy." My hand landed twice. "Not off the deep-end crazy like me." "I've seen your 'off the deep-end crazy' and it scared the shit out of me, but I'm still here."

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

traces on his face that everything he says is true. I envi him because he is sure of everything he feels whereas I have no certainty at all. I’m still drown by two woman that made me go crazy! I think I’m really that stupid to understand this or I’m just ill or something! Should I see a psychologist? Because I'm going crazy !!!

I took a relieving breath, knowing that he won’t let Bay be a problem for us in the future. Ask anyone who struggles with anxiety and I think they will agree, those words – you are crazy – hurt more than anyone could understand. What I feel in the midst of anxiety attack is a loss of control of my emotions, my thoughts and my being. Every word that wants to come out cyclones into monstrous torrent of incoherent thoughts. Only few words comes clear through the chaotic garbled mess – so more than anyone else, I felt crazy. I just hate being reminded by people about how crazy I am.

I slammed my hands onto the glass table continuously until it shattered making my hands bleed. "What the fuck man?" Farhan cursed as he pulled me back. "Have you gone fucking crazy?" he spat at me. I looked at him with red teary eyes, a humourless laugh leaving my lips. "So crazy" I bitterly smiled. "You're sick" he snapped making me chuckle before pulling me into a hug, my tears dripping onto his shoulder. "I'm so crazy for her man, I'm so crazy for her that I might actually become insane for life" my body shook as I sucked in some air.

The experienced interrogating officer, maintaining professional detachment, pressed harshly: "Then what? Did she call?" He spread his hands in an exaggerated gesture, performing a pathetic solo show. "She called! Crying her eyes out, snot and tears all over her, calling everyone! And you know what? Hahaha, the funniest damn thing I've ever heard! Nobody believed her! Either told her she was scamming them or just hung up on her annoying ass! Tsk tsk, even called that big-shot brother of hers. You know what he said? Told her if she wanted to die, she should hurry up and stop bothering people!" "CRASH!"

Mom asked, sounding confused. I quickly bit down hard on my lip, fighting for control as I gasped out an answer. "Oh, it's nothing! I just… I accidentally stubbed my toe." Before she could say another word, I hurriedly hung up. Uncle Mike's movements grew more aggressive, and I couldn't stop the cries from escaping me. It was the sound of pure ecstasy, as if years of pent-up desire were finally being set free. Every inch of my skin was tingling with the rush.