Is it normal
that I'm always thinking of other people
and how fascinating they are?
There are so many
and every single one of them has a story to tell.
I was just browsing through blogs
and it was incredibly interesting to see how some aspire to be dancers
and just about everything under the sun.
They all have hopes and dreams and stories.
I suppose normal people don't think about that
and they just accept the fact
that they won't know every single person's story.
But I'm not normal, exactly...