If you just go with the flow, no matter what weird things happen along the way, you always end up exactly where you belong.
Apparently I couldn’t even pretend to be normal.
I figured it is always better to be unpopular by your own choice.
Other than the voices in my head, I think I’m pretty normal.
Who in their right mind counts the tiles on the floor when they go visiting a neighbor?
It is not easy being trapped in a school that is caught between cornfields and cows.