I'm not crazy.
I know that much.
I'm "klepto," they say. I'm "dangerous" they say.
(Biting a nurse defines you as dangerous, apparently.)
They're all lies.
I'm not klepto. I don't steal for fun, or feel an urge or need stuff desperately or anything.
I just stole a few times for attention.
My mom is a "glamorous movie star" according to the media, and a "Wonderful woman...or so I thought" by my dad.
To me she is a b*tch.
She abandoned my dad the night I was born. Apparently she has "Commitment Issues".
I still don't find that a decent excuse for leaving my dad to raise me alone.
Actually, he didn't raise me. My babysitter did.
My dad never had time for me.
The only way to get his attention is to get in trouble.
But stealing a car maybe wasn't the best idea.
Now I am in here.
"Child neglect," They say. "Driven off the deep edge by neglectful father."
That part might be true.
