I never wanted to be anybody else, not even while in the darkest pit of depression. I sure wanted to die and kill myself, but I couldn't stand being anyone else; that thought alone gives me the creeps.

Normal is a place that does not exist, so I'd rather deal with my own pile of s,hit - you know, the pile of s,hit I know how to deal with.

Stigma sucks so bad. Like I have a job and come in late every Tuesday coz I go to therapy... Can't tell them that, tho. Dig? No lies, either; just no explanation and that's it. Oh, maybe I do look crazy and nobody will have the guts to ask why I come in late once a week, haha. It would do me no good at all to "come out of the closet" of meds & therapy usage.

Normal.

There is no freakin normal! There is lack of self-acceptance due to hypocritical laws of social mingling. But when you're watching random people, can you really see what normal is? When you listen to people talking stupid crap, do you still think that the problem is you?