My mother's a little crazy. Not in a dangerous way, also not in a kind goofy way. but I don't care, she is how she is. but when I was young I made up a world for myself.and no one was aloud in that world unless I said so. so I had two worlds, the big , real world where my mother's the way she is. and I had my world, I didn't care about anythng unless i a involved with. Not tht i didn't cared about my friends. But they where in my world. it's kinda difficult to understand. but i build up this world becaus I was scared that I could go crazy. becaus all the things i didn't know, were ard to know for a child, or complecated. and now, i'm walking out of this little world, and entering the big one. I'm getting to know allot of the secret things o everyone and my life. so it's kinda scary sometimes becaus when i was young i didn't care how my mother wanted to create her world, and also create our world (me and my borhters) so, now i'm knowing somethings i " believed" was, weren't true. i also knew tey weren't true, but now i want to accept, nd see the things who really are. my brother cracked, he isolates himself from my mother and me ( that's the family) i will not cracked or bcome crazy. Or will I ? this is the secret, my mind wont shut up asking me 'am i crazy or not?'