My normal inside

This is me on the zombiewalk last year

I think I am normal. Why am I doing the explanation?, because I always thought I was weird. Really, I have problems with my rage, and I like to say bad words, and scream, and bite people, and all that violent stuffs. And I like to dress in black, too. And where I lived all my life, this is something like be a Satan's daughter or something stupid like that. One day, when I was like seventeen years old, I was stand on a corner, waiting for my friends. And I was there, very calm, with my black pants, my big black studded boots, mi horrible-drawings t-shirt, my chains on arms and my make up, and then it appeared an old woman walking to me. I mean, not walking like she will talk to me, just walking on my direction. The thing is, when she noticed that I was there she stoped and looked at my with an horrible face, and when she started to walk again, she did it very slowly, and making like a circle around me. And always looking at me like she looked an OVNI. It was SOOOOOO funny and weirdo, so here is my point: People are weird, not me. I dont't care about the way they look, or if they are homosexual, black, or something. I don't think on a bad way of them (Wait, I think that if is a "wachiturro" I obviously think in a very very killer bad way, but is the only exception).

By the way, I didn't want to talk about me. 

I just wanted to talk about all that normal people that seems abnormal, but they are like everybody else. Normal, I think, is an unnecessay word to refer to somebody that looks different or special. We are always the same thing, we all have a poo, we all like to laugh high and shrill, we all like to dress the way we like, and we all have the right to do whatever we wants with our body. And WE ALL make stupid things, we all have bad moment, sad moments, violent moments, everything is normal, but some people are more sincere than the others, I think. I think the worst thing you can do with yourself is change who you are for somebody else.