Because I'm Mental, Be Gentle with Me.

There is an explosion building up in my mind.. Every thought is followed by a thousand more, and strings of lights and garlands of heart float around, followed by that throng of paper cranes and origami stars. I want to do so much. I want to throw paint around and hot-glue fake jewels to my headboard, draw swirls around the frame of my window, sew some curtains, sprinkle sparkles all over my carpet, and string a million things from my ceiling.

I want to design a dress, cut out some yellow fabric and acquire some lace, and go wild. I want to find some flowers and learn how to make a crown out of them, and wear them to church, along with some ridiculously high heels.

All right. I dream too much when I should be sleeping. I sleep too much when I should be working. I work too much when I should be learning. I learn too much when I shouldn't be procrastinating.

Ah, but I know that I do many things right, too. That's the thing: this is not depression. It's self-awareness. It's tossing my mind into a world of color as well as shadow. It feels like I'm going crazy sometimes, but oh how beautiful insanity is.