Even when I’m not alone.
I sing to myself. I recite poetry. I write poetry. I talk to my imaginary friends. I talk to my house. I talk to my household demon that I created, named Dee.
But mainly, I talk to myself.
It’s how I keep myself sane. By letting out all that insanity everyone else keeps inside of them. I just let it out. I let it be.
(The moral of this story is that you guys should all talk to me. I’m interesting. I’m probably crazy. It’ll be fun, and amusing)
(-Life with TheMax)