Tô me sentindo estranha. Mas sempre me senti assim. Meio anormal. Ou normal demais. Eu sou uma pessoa muito contraditória, mas todo mundo é, a diferença é que eu assumo que sou contraditória e tento conviver com isso. Mesmo assim é foda quando os outros são contraditórios comigo. Mas a lógica não faz parte da minha personalidade.
Sou muito in: inconstante, incoerente, inconsequente, instável...
Acho que por isso sempre adorei essas músicas do The Doors.

People are strange
People are strange when you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you're down,
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain when you're strange
No one remembers your name when you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

Strange days
Strange days have found us,
Strange days have tracked us down,
They're goin' to destroy our casual joys,
We shall go on playing or find a new town

Strange eyes fill strange rooms,
Voices will signal their tired end,
The hostess is grinning, her guests sleep from sinning,
Hear me talk of sin and you know this is it

Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone, bodies confused,
Memories misused,
As we run from the day to a strange night of stone