Insanity Can't Be Understood

Fitting In

Jeff got up and walked away, then noticed me. I started laughing. He said, "You heard the whole thing. I so wish I could stab you!" He stuck his knife through my face, back and forth. Good thing I was using an invisibility form. Then he put away the knife and ran up the stairs, ignoring my uncontrollable laughing. He got over it later. Ashley still hates him, for a reason I still can't seem to understand. It's not because of what just happened. I don't know why, but Ashley only cusses around Jeff. Me personally, I don't cuss. I could though. Most the Pastas don't seem to mind, but a few others don't listen to them. I'm getting way off topic, so lets get back on topic. What I'm saying is, I am fitting in with them perfectly. The insanity. The killing. The laughter. The unkindness. The scariness. The everything else-ness. And I thought I was the only one who understood the true meaning of insanity. But no one understands it. Not even me. Insanity can't be understood...