Chapter One

Here's how it all started, I was depressed, heavy, hurt. Out of this world sad and then he came around. That can't make me crazy. We talked... he talked to me... ME... and he wanted to spend time with me... ME... no... no, I'm not crazy. My friends thought I was happy, I thought I was happy... he made me happy. I... am... not... crazy. So, what if I think about him 24/7, romance movies make clingy a fairy tale, I check my texts a lot, but at least I'm not dying... dying... I am not crazy. So why in the hell do I feel so crazy.