I don't care what you think as long as it's about me.

The best of us can find happiness in misery.


I think the world is jealous of something we have and they don't. The tortured, morbid minds that will never ever fit in. It's something they want, but it would kill them to have. We're special to have it, even if we don't want it.
Because not just anyone could deal with thoughts like these.
The constant plans to kill other people and yourself.
The neverending fear of things that don't exist.
The inability to sleep despite the fact that your mind is shut off.
What are we?
Who are we?
Are we just more kids...adults even, with messed up minds? Or are we something more.
Maybe we're a missing piece in a puzzle of billions. The ones that are there, you just can't find them.
Until everything else is in place. Then they show up...
I think that's us.
I think we mean more to this joke than we realize.
We are the punchline that no one gets.