You belong with me

I want to feel like I belong somewhere. Sometimes I wish that lots of people felt the same as I do, but then I take it back. I would not wish this on anyone else. Some people would go insane. I think that the only reason I am not is that I already was a little crazy.
There are lots of real hills here and on top of some of them you can see mountains. They are very pretty. I like to look at them. They are very tall, and are blue with white tops. Sometimes there are clouds on top of them. There is no flatness here and you cannot see the sunset as well when there are big hills. When I drive north, there is one point when I can see the whole city skyline, and the whole south side of the city laid out before me. It is also beautful, but it is a different beautiful than the mountains. They are both breathtaking, just in different ways. I live in a really cute one room apartment above my aunt and uncle's garage. Garage almost spells gargle, which sounds like gargoyle. There are no gargoyles here. Just wind, which makes sounds like gargoyles. It is a nice place to live. Sometimes the hills feel sad. The sadness of the hills gets in my blood, and I feel it like a restless toxin running up and down my body.