As I was leaving my new home to get my things from the moving truck I ran into a tall, brown eyed, dark haired man. Whomp! "Oh jeez I'm so clumsy I'm sorry" I said "its ok, I am too" he said with a smile. I smiled back "Hi mine name is Grace Brooks I'm new here I just moved in-" I stopped myself "sorry I have a bad habit of rambling" I said while fiddling with my necklace. He smiled "haha don't worry about it I have the same habit" I giggled "My name is Spencer Reid. I live in unit #23 he said as he shook my hand. I giggled again "wow what a small world I live in unit #24" I said "Did you know there's a 10.7% chance a person could run into someone they know" he said "Ya. per 800,000 people" I replied with a smile. He smiled at me and said "Wow not a lot of people know that" I replied "guess I'm not a lot of people" we both laughed "do you need any help with unloading your stuff?" he asked "actually I do, if it's not to much I'd love the help" I said. He smiled and said "ok, is that your music playing?" I got so distracted by him I completely forgot the music in my house was still playing "What? Oh ya it is" I said "did you know music such as hard core, hard rock, punk, and hard alternative, take your mind to highs and lows in your mood on what can be a wild mental-chemical roller coaster ride, for many, day in and out" I grinned "haha maybe that's why i'm crazy". He looked up at me puzzled, I thought to myself "why the fuck did I say that" I got so nervous "uhhh i mean umm uhh i'm not crazy well I guess I am I have depression, ocd, anxiety, adhd and a bunch of other stuff. I know you probably don't want to help me now, feel free to run away" he gave me a hug ad said "its ok we're all mad here". For the first time in a long time the smile on my face was real