I’m the one, she said. I’m the friend that follows a warning to the others that don’t know me.
“She says whatever she thinks.”
“She’s kind of crazy.”
(Maybe they leave the ‘kind of’ out.)
Both are true. I will say what I think. I am a bit crazy.
You’ll hate me or you’ll love me. You’ll be offended by me or you’ll not take yourself or this life too seriously and laugh with me.
Sometimes I’m fun crazy.
Sometimes I’m loud crazy.
Sometimes I’m my-face-should-be-telling-you-everything-you-need-to-know crazy.
Sometimes I’m leave-me-the-fuck-alone crazy.
Sometimes I’m screaming-yelling-and-overwhelmed-please-just-hug-me crazy.
I am always crazy loyal.
I am always crazy honest.
I always love like crazy.