Sane Insanity Novels & Stories

We're just not those people," Jackson said, reassuring Sawyer. He knew very well that Sawyer must have considered developing his own drugs to treat Sylvia. That was why Jackson had tried to talk him out of it. What if he made Sylvia's condition worse? Jackson looked at Sylvia. "Listen to me. Being mentally ill is far better than being crazy." Sylvia frowned. "...Is there really a difference?" To most people, mental illness was craziness, and vice versa. "Mental illness is a disorder of the mind. When you're not in an episode, you're normal. But you're destined to be unhappy because your brain still goes through phases of rational thought. "Lunatics, however, are different. Their brain's cont

"You're insane." "Maybe. But I'm insane about you, so it balances out."

Kenchiki stared into the half-crazed eyes in front of him and suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He nearly lost everything because of this crazy person's feelings, "You're insane." He couldn't help telling the man that in the hopes that he gets a hold of what's left of his sanity.

“The last time I quarreled with Miss Sian, I was wrong there. I didn't know that she had that sort of illness. It’s a pity to see her like that. Such a waste.” "Shut the fuck up!" Kane frowned and gave her a threatening look. He was genuinely pissed, illness? Pity? Waste? Who the hell is she to say those words to his little Sian? She has no rights or whatsoever. With her choice of words, she was basically calling Sian crazy or a retard. “Who revealed to you that Sian has a sickness? She simply doesn't care about talking to insignificant people like you. There's nothing more to it."

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

My job is too important to me to lose it over a sarcastic remark on the boss. Now, he looked at me with more amusement. Damn. He must think I’m crazy. Well, I’m so close to being insane. He makes me insane in every reason I can’t even comprehend. He smiled and shook his head. “I see. Are you weirded out?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. Weirded out? No. I’m about to get insanely crazy and I don’t think if there's something like that even. How can I be crazy and insane at the same time? I don’t know.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sane in this madness. Do you know what it’s like to feel the wolf inside clawing at my control every single day? The insanity that comes with this power, this curse of being me? One wrong move and I could lose everything, myself included. But when you’re near… when I can see you, smell you, feel you close… it quiets. You quiet the storm. You’re the only reason I haven’t gone entirely mad and wild. You anchor me, Paris. Without you, I’m just a beast waiting to break free and destroy everything in my path.”

And I’ll make sure nothing will hinder us. “You’re insane,” My wolf said, barely alive. “Love makes you insane.”

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing in her peach-like scent. In a rough voice, he murmured: “I’m going insane, Iris… I’m going insane.” And suddenly— The sound of the door opening echoed through the room. Gabriel instantly turned with sharp instinct, his eyes turning cold in a single moment.

I sat on the bed trying to calm myself. "He's sending me home. There's Nothing Wrong with Me? Why do I feel this way?" I began to question myself because something felt terribly wrong. I tried to reason with myself. 'I'm sure others have felt this way after a traumatic experience." The human brain is an outstanding organ. But little did Treasure know that her brain was about to become a runaway train without her even realizing it. I kept asking myself the same questions while reminding myself that the Doctor said I’m fine. But how do you know when you've crossed the line from sanity to insanity? How can you tell when you are out of touch with reality?