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What is normal? I am not normal. Every one says so. I know it myself. What I don't know is, what is normal anyway. Everything is the same. For me. For them. But then how come I am the one who is not normal !

Beats me.

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Anonymous said…
Quite right. Sometimes I feel the rest of the world is nutty !
Anonymous said…
I know a lot of wierdos who pass easily as normal. So you are not alone. Maybe I am one too :-)
Anonymous said…
hello, this is 'levels of loneliness' again..sorry..i didnt mean to 'adopt' the name..it's actually your title for an entry..so the credit goes to you..anyway, thanks for remembering..im not really the memorable type..but thanks..i have many things to ask and wonder about..but i forget..and plus.it's really hard for me to function in an everyday life now..feel really numb and empty..well, to me there isn't any 'normal'..the definition changes..it's just a general thing the people in a certain place 'agree' subconsciously on.sort of..i'll try to visit more..but i'll have to try and get through another day.i do try to appreciate things though.

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