Day 70: She was crazy that way.

Once, when we were younger, she had a twenty minute conversation with a taxi driver about the fact that daffodils were far too overrated and overused in popular culture.

She was crazy that way.

She decided that eating was odd, an unfamiliar sensation to process food through her mouth, crushing and grinding it down before her body pulled it down to the seething pool of acid waiting in her stomach. Then she decided that actually she wanted to eat everything.

She was crazy that way.

She ran away once. Actually joined the circus. Learnt a lot about acrobatics and juggling, becoming an incredibly important part of the entire show.

She was crazy that way.

She decided that the letter H didn’t exist. Refused to use it in spelling, avoided it in speech as much as she could.

She was crazy that way.

She would frolic, frolicking being the only way to describe it, through the streets. Playing up the manic pixie dream girl persona to the best of her ability.

She was crazy that way.

She’d say no, every time I suggested that we go for a drink together, or a coffee, or a meal. She’d always make sure there were people with us if we went anywhere.

She was crazy that way.

She screamed through the door, ridiculous things like ‘Let me out.’ and ‘I need to eat.’ She kept pounding on the thin wood, trying to break through. It was as if she didn’t know about the steel backing. She scrabbled at the wood, like a frightened dog.

She was crazy that way.

She went quiet for a very long time.

She was crazy that way.

The Idiot in Tin Foil

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