[ WP ] Write your heart onto your sleeve , Reddit .

My thoughts are stars. I can not fathom the constellations. John Green, from The Fault in Our Stars. Mostly. I'm sure that the phrasing is different, but it's the same thing, pretty much. 
 
 I loved that book, but I never realized how much it applied to me and my life. I'll have random sparks of ideas, `` flashes in the pan'', if you will. Thoughts just show up, and sometimes the good ones stick. 
 
 And sometimes the bad ones stick. 
 
 This morning, for instance. I was late for school, so I tried to take a new route, different from my usual. I made a wrong turn, so I turned around. As it would happen, I WAS going the right way, and was NOW going the right way. As I sat at the red light, I suddenly thought: 
 
 *'' Wow. You sure are STUPID, Mitchell. `` * 
 
 I realize that it was an innocent mistake, and that anyone could have made it. So why am I still thinking about it at eleven at night? Why do l still feel like the world's biggest dummy? Why does something that makes most of reddit think `` that'd make a good Minor Mistake Marvin'' make me just want to never go anywhere again? 
 
 I worry about being crazy a lot too. Sometimes I'll hear people call my name, only to turn around and see that they're not talking to me, or not looking at me, of that they're not even there at all. I said that some time ago in an Ask Reddit thread. Some guy told me that `` as I get older, I'll find that those little quirks just make me who I am.'' No. Screw that. Hearing voices in my head is n't a `` little quirk''. 
 
 I... I do n't know. Is this depression? Can you have just `` mild'' depression? I do n't know.
