Crazy isn’t being broken, or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you, or me, amplified. If you ever told a lie, and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child, forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends. And by the ’70s, most of them were out, living lives. Some I’ve seen. Some never again. But there isn’t a day my heart doesn’t find them.
Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60’s. Or maybe I was just a girl… interrupted.
Susanna: (reading from book) Borderline Personality Disorder: an instability of self-image, relationships and mood; uncertainty about goals; impulsive in activities that are self-damaging, such as casual sex.
Lisa: I like that.
Susanna: Social contrariness and a generally pessimistic attitude are often observed. (ends book) Well, that’s me.
Lisa: That’s everybody.