I am a struggling girl. I am broken and trying to put back the pieces. I love reading, it gives me an escape from reality... something in me is stopping me to be me but im trying! I love kidz but they are crazy, I love loving but when it comes down to what it is, well I dont really know what it is. 
I hate describing myself because who can truly describe themselves? 
Im weird and make things awkward and I am shy when it comes to meating people. 
I am so over thinking life and the purpose of living.

In reality I dont have a damn clue on what I want to do and I have no job or plans on starting!

Is it normal?