Welcome To Crazy Town

The title of this post is based off the song, “Swing, swing” by the All-American Rejects. There are a lot of memories connected to the song, can anyone tell me why or what they are? Or the reason I never play it on my itunes or sing it out loud? If you could answer any of those questions congratulations, you know me better than 90% of my friends. You see very few people actually know me, the real me. The psychotic, neurotic one that pathologically lies to get what he needs or wants. I make up stories, ideologies, philosophies, even attitudes toward certain things depending on who I’m with or if I care about their feelings. I am very rarely myself, even among people I consider to be good friends. I think it was Rebecca Devillez that put it best, “If Armando is loud and hyper everything is good but if he’s quiet, you should be very careful”. Who knows my life? Who knows me best? Who knows me at all? That is my question to all of you.