Another day, another post. What should it be this time?
I don’t feel like doing the weirdness at the moment. It’s fun and I consider it to be art. But it also feels good to just talk… like a normal person. Am I normal? No, not even close. But it’s fine, I’m accepting it… slowly. I always thought I was normal, or at least I really wanted to be normal.. so I would fit in. But time and time again, I have noticed that I’m not normal, I don’t fit in.
It’s weird, I really like those types… those who are different. The weirder the better. Normal is boring. So why do I wanna be normal so badly?
I guess it’s slowly changing… i’m accepting my weirdness.
What’s normal anyway?… we’re all weird… life is weird.