I am not normal. I am not abnormal, either. I am in between.
Normal girls don't carry a blade in their purse.
Abnormal girls use that blade to harm themselves.
I carry it in my purse, with no intention. Just a reminder of being in between.
I was normal, once. As a child, I was happy. I had good friends. I wanted to do so much.
Then, those good friends turned to monsters. The closer to abnormal I got, the less I knew myself and others around me.
In between, not normal, not abnormal, but other.
Never one or the other. I don't know if I've been anything fully. How can I be? When I don't fit with anyone or anything.
There's no one who is the same as me, but yet I have similarities with everyone.
I wonder what it's like to be perfectly normal. No need to worry about what others think. A life that is simple.
Then, I also think about what it's like to be abnormal. People worry about you, showing they care. A life with stories.
Normal girls. Abnormal girls. Neither one is me, I am in between.
