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I don't suppose the mad are aware of their madness.

No, I... I suppose they are not.

Then I think you are as sane as I am.

*the tiniest of smiles* That is reassuring, I think.

Perhaps it is, and perhaps it is not...

Perhaps. But I suppose I take a bit of comfort in not being alone in whatever state of sanity I'm in.

I said not whether our sanity was similar, lady.

*a little frown* You said I was as sane as you... perhaps I misunderstood, I'm sorry.

It was merely a musing of mine, but one cannot be entirely sure.

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Nah!

*a little smile* Thank you, I suppose! Though I wonder how you can judge, if you've never even spoken to me before...

I can tell! If you're even wondering if you're crazy, you're probably fine!

Oh! *a small giggle* Maybe you're right.

Sometimes I wonder about me, too! I think it's normal.

Of course my boyfriend wants me to "talk to someone," so... maybe I'm not the best judge!

To "talk to someone"? What do you mean?

Oh, you know, like a therapist! Someone trained to deal with mental illness. My parents have talked to 'em for years, especially my dad, 'cause he's got schizophrenia.

But I don't. I don't really know what's wrong with me! Probably nothing. Hopefully nothing...

Why do you think you're crazy??

Oh. *nods*

...I... I don't know, exactly. Some girls that I go to school with have told me that I am. I know it is not good to let that affect me, but, after you hear a thing enough you begin to wonder, I suppose.

Nope.

Who do I have to beat up for saying you were?

*a small frown* Just... some girls at school. It isn't important.

Maybe not, but it's still affecting you.

*sighs* Still, I wouldn't ask anyone to get in trouble on my regard.

I don't mind, I can handle trouble. Or, you know, I'm here if you just want to talk about it.

Perhaps just talking?

I am all ears. Not literally, because ew.

*a little laugh before turning serious* I... well, they just think that I am strange... I do not understand a lot of the things they do or care about the things that they like, and they say that I am weird, that I am crazy, for it. Because of how I talk and think, how I get lost in my own world sometimes, how strange things upset me or make me happy... It's very silly, really, and I know I oughtn't to take their words to heart, but it's hard not to, sometimes. I do not want to be crazy.