I told myself, 'All I want is a normal life'.
But was that true? I wasn't so sure.
Because there was a part of me that enjoyed hating school,
and the drama of not going, the potential consequences whatever they were.
I was intrigued by the unknown.
I was even slightly thrilled that my mother was such a mess.
Had I become addicted to crisis?
I traced my finger along the windowsill.
'Want something normal, want something normal,
want something normal', I told myself.