I have maybe a strange response to this sensation and group of feelings. I think I might be broken, but even if that is the case, then I'll roam throughout the world as a broken person. Maybe, I'll find a way to be fixed -- hopefully, that would be great -- maybe I won't but, irregardless, this is the body that my soul inhabits.

I like to treat others with kindness and in turn be told that I am one of the nicest people they have met -- maybe, that is selfish, maybe that is not.

I haven't felt normal in a long time, but I have come to realize that this is not what I want. Being normal won't fix anything, though I imagine it'd make the world an awful lot easier to live in.

I've made friends with people online whom would not use the word, normal, to describe themselves. A little weirder, stranger instead. Not the 'bad' weird, of course. We talk all the time and it makes me feel great.

I've known it to be impossible for me to ever be normal, and so I will simply wear this suit of flesh and blood and live on.