I hate that people call me that

She is sitting at a table in her favorite coffee shop reading her manga when he slammed on the table.

" You and that stupid kid cartoons, just put them away you're embarrassing me." he said in a whisper yet violent tone.

She knows he has a temper, but he really loves her. She knows that.

"I'm so sorry my love, I've just got to keep my head busy you know" she replied.

"Your craziness will one day be the end of you". he smiled with a sinister look in his eyes.

She smiled back at him. The fake smile she has mastered by now.

Jason always called me crazy.

I hate that people call me that.

If I ever found out how it came to begin, would feel more that he believes in me. That he wants to be with me.

I would also hate that he would think of me in that way. In a bad way. I still believe that there is good in everyone and love. In spite of what is in their minds.

Mental illness or not.

It cannot be denied that Jason thinks that my love for him is the reason he is here today. He never once said how he felt about me. We talked about it.

The words he wouldn't say are what he still loves me for. I still believe in people. In people. But mentally ill people? The court wants to know if I'm crazy.

No. But to answer honestly I have to say no. I guess so.

I know that insanity is being called a lunatic. I am not crazy but how do I answer that question?

What comes out of my mouth or out of my mind, I don't know. I guess that I can call Jason "crazy".

It doesn't change what is going on around me. It doesn't change what is going on in this world I'm in.

Mental illness has my name on it.