I was intrigued by the unknown

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.