All In My Head
Something is wrong with me. No matter, it’s all in my head. I live my life in chaotic disorganization shooting from the hip: ready, fire, aim. Nothing to worry about. It’s all in my head. I am mentally ill. But it’s all in my head?! There are also things right with me. I am smart. (Well, let’s say intelligent. I don’t think I’ve ever been smart.) I am...