My eyes burn. I lay in bed at night with them peeled open, burning. My saddness makes them burn. So much emotion and saddness inside my head, inside my heart. I'm not the easiestt person to live with, and I understand that. But I'm healthy and alive. I just need a few more doses of happiness in my life without medication. Do you think everyone wonders at some point in their lives, am I normal? Who is normal? What is normal? What is a normal life? I would not call myself normal. Ever. I am unique, I am different, I don't fall into any categories. I am me.