Passion is defined as a strong nearly uncontrollable emotion. I'm a passionate person. Sometimes, passion is seen as insanity. In reality, some people just can't handle the pure passion that some people have.

Whether its passion for another person or for things like music and shows, some people just can't deal with it. I have been called crazy more than a few times because of passion or just not knowing what I wanted. I've also been called crazy for knowing what I wanted. It's a vicious little cycle. I do have some people that I want to address though.

First, I want to address the creep that called me crazy. You called me crazy because I wouldn't let you stare at my chest. After that, you told everyone I was crazy and that I shouldn't have friends.

Why though? You didn't know me other than that I was dating someone at the time that you wanted to bleed dry and I wasn't going to let that happen. You said I was crazy for being protective of someone I loved. You just sucked in general.

Secondly, the first boyfriend to call me crazy, thank you. If it weren't for you, I'd never had gotten the fire to make myself better for me instead of another person. You were with me during a hard time for me. You dealt with a lot from me. I'm sorry for that. But seriously, thank you for sparking the fire that has driven me to get myself better for me and only me.

Finally, and there's quite the story for this one, the boy that called me crazy after he dumped me. We had some issues early on. I'm big on communication. You weren't even though you said you were. Appeasement, maybe? I don't know. Either way, lying, no matter how small isn't cool.

I wasn't hurt when we broke up because we agreed, no matter what, we wouldn't lose four years of friendship. I wasn't even hurt that it was on Facebook. I was hurt when you blocked me. I was hurt when I found out that, even after being there for me through everything that has gone wrong the last few years, you decided to tell everyone that I was crazy. No one believed you. In fact, they thought you were crazy after they came to me asking what the real reason we broke up was.

In case anyone is wondering, I wanted to be studious and take notes in class so I sat elsewhere that day. I'm insane, right?

Well, anyway, you started telling everyone that I was crazy and that I forced you to talk to me every day and I expected you to see me when it snowed.

What you forget to mention is that I didn't hear a word from you during Fall Break or Christmas Break. That's more than a month. Who goes more than a month without at least wanting to talk to their significant other?

Being called crazy for being passionate, protective or indecisive really takes a toll, fellas. I lost my passion for a lot of things due to some of the situations behind being called crazy. I lost a bit of my helpful nature.

I've seen girls literally go crazy after being called crazy for a not crazy behavior. PLEASE be careful with your words. Please be careful with a person's heart. Most of all, be careful with their spirit.

A broken spirit is the worst pain in the world.